My mortal skin is gone. I'm one of them. One of the Folk. And all I feel is anger. I'm going to kill the Carlin and her sons for everything they did to me. It's all I care about. But first, I have to navigate this new world. My new skin. My new brother. And, when I fall into her clutches, my fae mother-the Brid. The Seelie Queen. I don't like what I'm becoming, but I can't stop it. Something's wrong with me. Something's missing. There's a hollow ache in my chest and I can't fill it, no matter what I do. It's like I've forgotten something vital from my time on unseelie land. Why do I feel so incomplete? Why do I have an oath etched onto my skin, one I don't remember making? Why is there a tiny black feather nestled in my throat that I can't bring myself to take off? Why do I feel so much longing every time I see a beautiful black-haired, black-eyed unseelie fae, even though I don't remember him at all? My life has become yet another game of cat and mouse, but this time it's not just the Carlin and her sons ...