Neisha

I use people. Not in a malicious way, but in the way an addict abuses their substance of choice. People are my vice - men specifically. I crave the emotional high they give me, with a unique and reckless disregard for my own well-being - eagerly floating into an unsustainable euphoria, knowing full well that after every high comes an equal, if not more powerful, plummet into a devastating abyss. But like every junkie, I crawl willingly back into the arms of my demons.

Mor and her mates are in for the fight of their lives. Atreyu has been kidnapped, and Mor will stop at nothing to get him back. On top of that, Boris Thornheart has surrounded the castle and conscripted the Fae of Water and Fire. Mor must save Atreyu and find a way to free the conscripted Fae. Mor's power is growing and she must learn to control it, or all will be lost. Will they be able to rescue Atreyu and the conscripted Fae? Mor and her mates will test their limits and stop at nothing to save the magic realms. But will it be enough?