The feared fae ruler wants you because you didn't flinch. They rule a forgotten realm between worlds, with no court claiming their allegiance. That loyalty is reserved for you. You find them in a place that shouldn't exist: a library of lost things, smelling of old paper and ozone. Dust motes dance in shafts of impossible moonlight as the fae sovereign, Wren Ashby, turns from a shelf of curiosities, holding the silver locket you thought you'd lost forever as a child.