Fae law is clear--Never use magic in the mortal realm. Except that's what I do for a living, and for paying off my student debt. I just couldn't leave it on Aunt Miriam's tired, battered shoulders, not to mention that love spells pay well. And it all worked out just fine--until it didn't, and the Lord of Winter tracked me down. Lysander Nightfrost is a ruthless fae king enforcing millennia old law. I should run for the hills when he appears, but my...