Jesamin Only the desperate would depend on a vampire. As an Artificer, no machinery is beyond me—except that of flesh and blood. The one thing my instruments can’t mend is my own wounded heart.
But when every soul in a small town vanishes overnight, we find mysterious Fae artifacts left behind. The tracks of the humans that used them lead Below, into the nightmare world of the long-dead Fae.
Only one fiend can get us down there, and bring us back alive. Wroth’s ruinous temper is legendary.
There’s something broken beneath his beastly skin, a fracture in his soul that seeps rage and shadows.
But as the darkness of the Below forces us together, a light begins to shine through those cracks. His hope is delicate, as fragile as clockwork, easily crushed.
But I’ve already put my faith in a vampire once. Never again.
