When everything she held dear went up in flames, Cricket resigned herself to being ruthless. A blade in her hand, she would coat her palms in enough blood to eventually make this right. As heartless an assassin the Seven Realms had ever seen, there was no mark she couldn’t send into the waiting arms of the Reapers.
This mark should be the same as any other. Another swift death carried out in a plume of Pixie dust. So why is this flora Pixie awakening something in her? Why is the urge to kill her completely strangled by the need to keep her safe? Protect her?
The weight of her sins are heavy, maybe too heavy for the delicate wings on her back to carry. None of that seems to matter to the Pixie who surrendered herself to the assassin meant to steal her away. The Pixie who is hellbent on getting Cricket to surrender herself in turn.
She’s bound to Alette’s blossoms, just as surely as she’s bound by her blades.
Coming January 17th.
SJ Stewart Books 