A lot can change in a week.
Seven days ago, I was just Talia—an art school dropout with an affinity for tattoos, a hopeless crush on my boss, and a knack for finding trouble. Now, I'm a gold-blooded, magic-harnessing, Runemaster in training.
The good news is all of that has resulted in one hell of a promotion. Instead of sweeping floors, I'm sweeping swarms of venomous squatters out of castles. I've been enrolled in accelerated, hands-on rune lessons—super handy for those like me who are death-averse. Oh, and I'd be remiss if I didn't mention my incu-boss's upgraded benefits 'package,' which has been particularly generous.
Sadly, promotions aren't just about the perks. There are increased responsibilities as well: amassing a magical army alongside the newfound fae king, repairing centuries-old divisions among the Seelies and Unseelies, and vanquishing a completely unhinged demon lord whose ego may have gotten the teensiest bit damaged when I became the first woman with a pulse to ever spurn his advances (oh, and nearly kill him too).
But hey, when you're the most coveted tattoo artist in two realms, it's all in a day's work.