Most estranged fathers would send an email. Mine sends a zombie. The infamous dagger known as the Thief of Souls is now mine. Its seductive power comes with a catch-the blade is determined to control me, and I'm losing the battle. Ash wants to free me from its clutches. He's an ice-cold fae assassin who bizarrely seems to care for me, but can I trust his motives? A little voice inside me is screaming...