I killed a fae leader and now I have to face the consequences.

Where I used to stress over college classes, I now have to worry about being a leader to fae who despise me, all the while adjusting to my new diet of human emotions.

As for Tristan—I'm still drawn to him in ways that steal my breath and leave me wanting more. There's no denying how strong we are together or the ion we once shared.

And with a looming threat and fragile alliance between our people forcing us to work together again, it's dangerously easy to slip into old ways. And each other's beds.

But I have to that we're on different sides now. Forbidden to be together, no matter how much I crave his touch.

If only I can get my head and heart on the same page...