It takes only a few more seconds for that realization to hit me. All I know is that tonight, I actually faced my fear and I survived it. I know people are supposed to mourn the loss of life. For the first time in what seems like an eternity I can breathe. Even if he can no longer hurt me.Ī shuddering sob pushes its way out of me. If I were a braver person, I would’ve placed my ear to his chest to just make sure that his cold, blackened heart had stilled. His glassy eyes have lost their focus, and his skin its color. I drop the broken bottle, the glass shattering as it hits the ground, and fall to my knees. My entire body shakes, adrenaline still pumping through my veins. No one can survive that much blood loss, not even the monster at my feet. There’s far too much of it staining the kitchen’s polished floors. It’s splashed across my chest, and to my horror, I can taste a few droplets on my lips. Only, his foe has a taste for exotic creatures, and Callie just happens to be one.There’s blood on my hands, blood between my toes, blood speckled in my hair. If the Bargainer has any hope to save his people, he'll need the help of the siren he spurned long ago. And then there are the whispers among the slaves, whispers of an evil that's been awoken. Only the women are returned, each in a glass casket, a child clutched to their breast. Fae warriors are going missing one by one.

Something is happening in the Otherworld. At first it's just a chaste kiss-a single bead's worth-and a promise for more.įor the Bargainer, it's more than just a matter of rekindling an old romance.

When Callie finds the fae king of the night in her room, a grin on his lips and a twinkle in his eye, she knows things are about to change. And everyone knows that sooner or later he always collects.īut for one of his clients, he's never asked for repayment. He's a man who can get you anything you want. Only then will the beads disappear.Įveryone knows that if you need a favor, you go to the Bargainer to make it happen. Only death or repayment will fulfill the obligations. For the last seven years she's been collecting a bracelet of black beads up her wrist, magical IOUs for favors she's received. Callypso Lillis is a siren with a very big problem, one that stretches up her arm and far into her past.

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