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I didn't expect a dying prince and his guard to wind up on my doorstep-but when you run an underground healing ring for the Fae, expectations go out the window.

As a necromancer with a price on my head, I keep a low profile by doing favors for the Fae: healing the outcasts and criminals in exchange for information on my pursuer. Keeping my feet planted firmly on the wrong side of the law is what's kept me safe. Hidden. I heal whoever walks through my door, and they pay me in something far more valuable than gold. That strategy worked for years-until a princeling with an attitude problem finds me.