[Trixie Towers 01] • Marvels and Misfits

***Death this way comes to souls who break Fae law. So it is written. So carved in blood. Mighty are the Fae who watch us all.** *

I’m screwed. *Royally* screwed. Of all the ways to mess up, I picked a real gem this time—of the hot shifter sort. *Especially* because I’m the crowned elven princess.

A forbidden soul mating with the cruel King Athon was not why I attended the royal summit of magical races. Our kinds do not mix, as is written in death-blood. And I’ll be damned before I let some arrogant alpha tell me what to do, and for once I’m *not* talking about my father.

Now, I’m on the quest of a lifetime.

My crew of accomplices—sworn enemies. Including King Athon and my father. Our mission—retrieve ancient artifacts lost forever. Good luck there.

And if we fail?

No worries. *The giants will crush the realm.*

**Between all the secrets and lies, my name is Trixie Towers; and that’s the only truth that won’t get me dead.**