If there's one thing life's taught me, it's that fairies are the absolute worst.
Finding a fledgling succubus in Faerie? Yeah, that's like searching for a needle in a realm-sized haystack—while blindfolded, bleeding, and being hunted for sport. My guide's shady, my odds suck, and as the last Elemental left standing, I've got a massive target painted on my back.
Half of Faerie wants me dead. The other half wants to use me as a blood sacrifice to crash open the gates to Earth.
But I swore I'd find her, and I will. Even if I have to burn the whole damn realm to ash to do it.
There's a storm coming to Faerie.
And it's me.
