Phoenix Songe

I escaped Lowsky's clutches but now I'm separated from my fated mates as the country's defenses crumble and far dark forces work to seize control. Fate has spoken and I can no longer fight the inevitable pull towards the men destined to be mine. I'm desperate to find them – to know they're safe – to hold them in my arms. But I'm not the only one searching. Tales of my existence – of my powers – mean once again I'm on the run. Only this time I don't know who I'm running from.

My whole life has been characterized by fighting; fighting my family and fighting for my life. Trust me—the first one is completely voluntary, and a lot of fun. The second? Not so much. To say my family dynamic is weird is the understatement of the century. I held my first sword when I was only five years old, and I learned how to dispose of a body before I turned ten. I may have a penchant for pink and sparkles…but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to kick major ass as well.