Awyer composes. He draws his hand along my spine. "If you do not exist, then I will not exist either. Make me as you are. Make me unseen. We can be together then." To the rest of the world, Grim is nothing more than a shadow. But to her ward, seventeen-year-old Awyer, Grim is a faerie-like being with the gift of foresight and hair that darkens as day wanes to night-the only one who knows the truth of the stolen magicks swimming through...