Before she was a bounty hunter, she was the hunted. It’s been three months since I ended up on the streets of Anchorage with nothing but the clothes on my back and Teekon, my spirit animal, for company. Once upon a time, I had dreams. Now, I’d settle for a hot meal and somewhere warm that doesn’t come with a side of rats. I steal to survive, but I’m spectacularly bad at it. Hunger makes you reckless. Stupid. Desperate. My stomach was loud, and I ignored my whispering instincts that told me using magic to steal was a bad idea. Naturally, I got caught. Now the Magical Enforcement Agency has my scent, and they’ve sent a grizzled bounty hunter to drag my sorry ass in. Because rule one of the magical underground? Don’t flash your power in front of humans. Whoops. I’ve got two trust a stranger with a badge and a scowl, or end up dead, or worse. And life has taught me there is always a worse. Teekon says this bounty hunter could be our chance at something better. I reckon he’s just another predator in a world full of them. But when your life’s on the line, you don’t get the luxury of easy choices. One mistake landed me here. One choice might set me free.