I was protected by the monsters under my bed when I was a kid in the foster system. I have a feeling I could use them again. My time in the foster system wasn’t great. Maybe they were imaginary, but when things got bad, the boogeyman and an imp always came to my aid. If I needed to run, a beautiful white stag would appear at my window to let me know to get out of there. I’ve touched the stag. I know he’s real. Alastair Rex saved me from the streets and another bad foster home. He’s never raised a hand to me or tried anything inappropriate. But I’m a doll in his playhouse. I can only leave when he lets me. I dress in the clothes he wants me to wear. I say what he wants me to say because I get the feeling he would react violently. I could use my monsters, but they disappeared the day Alastair showed up in my life. Until I look out of my cage and see the white stag again. It’s time for me to escape Alastair Rex.

Apparently, I’m not a dragon. What I am is indestructible, capable of healing mortal wounds, and Alastair can never hurt me again. From what I’m understanding, he can’t even use his old tricks if he could manage to force them down my throat. I don’t know where he is, but I’m coming for him. He killed me and hurt Oisin. I’m home in the Unseelie Court. It’s beautiful but so different than everything I ever knew. I barely have time to see everything before I have to leave again. Shortly after Alastair’s attack, my mother’s ambassador in the Seelie Court went dark with her communications. It’s not just my job as a princess to make sure Nova is freed. I know how Finnan feels about snitches, but I want to look his parents in the eye when I tell them what he did to me. I might be new to everything regarding the Fae, but I knew what Alastair had done to me was reprehensible in both courts. And from what I was understanding, if the Seelie still didn’t want to deal with it, it was perfectly acceptable for an Unseelie woman to choose her revenge.