I’m a magical protector for hire, a half-fae used to killing goblins and big, ugly trolls.
But there’s something more sinister stalking this dragon, and the Council has hired me to figure out who. Except the dragon doesn’t exactly want my help. He figures a half-fae like me isn’t up to the challenge.
But I figure his sexy ass needs someone who can look at things a bit differently. Someone who doesn’t play the politics game.
Someone who can’t be bought.
Because this job isn’t for the faint of heart. One wrong step, and we might both be killed. And trust me, it’s effing hard to kill a half-fae who doesn’t want to die.
