Brush of Death

After discovering I was his true mate, Roark betrayed me by offering himself to another, shattering me in the process. While nursing a broken heart, I was plunged into the political turmoil in Faerie, but my unruly magic left me unable to protect the Fae counting on me.

I wanted nothing more than to leave behind my hurt and focus on finding answers for returning magic, except Roark showed up. When I left him, I never thought I’d see him again, yet he was my only chance at survival. Relying on him was the last thing I wanted to do, and despite his vows to make up for his betrayals, his regret meant nothing. I’d find a way to move on, even if it killed me.