When someone tries to threaten me by telling me they know my name, I take that personally.



G'day. I'm not really a pet anymore, but you might as well keep calling me Pet. It's not like I'm gunna tell you my name anyway. And if I sound stroppy, well, I am. First, I was threatened. Now, someone has cut off my house from the human world and left my emotional support vampire on the human side. On the inside, it's just me and an emotionally compromised fae; outside, a closed arena in the world Behind, where everyone is out to kill us and a few of that everyone might actually be capable of it.



Yep. The Heirling Trials have begun, and it seems like it's either be king or be dead when it comes to the world Behind . . .