I'm... I'm not so good at keeping promises.
Now I'm just about to turn twenty-one. I've kept my head down, constantly wearing my old, leather gloves as if that's not too little too late. At least they're finally letting me out of the Asylum. I'm going to be released in less than two weeks.
That's when Nine, the Shadow Man who once haunted my childhood, returns for the first time in six years with another warning—plus one hell of a surprise.
There's a prophecy. The Fae Queen wants to get her hands on me because of it, and she has the power of the whole Seelie Court behind her. I'm screwed—unless I can hook up with the dark mate mentioned in the prophecy.
Too bad I'd rather die than let another fae male touch me again.