The hunt is on: who is the predator; who is the prey?
Convents, crossbows, and creeps-all in a day's work when it comes to hunting damned souls. Quick-witted and always on the go, Fia Drake's whole life has revolved around independence.
Now that independence is being threatened. First it was a fiery phoenix breaking through her window. Now, it's a shimmering, winged being beckoning her back to the community she left in her teens. Worse yet, she is asked to become a mentor to a new generation of soul hunters.
If it were up to her, she would just skip town.
Unfortunately, two complications prevent her from leaving:
Complication #1: A message from the tarot reveals someone close is plotting against her, and the best way to uncover a traitor is to stand by their side.
Complication #2: The drummer in her bed isn't going away. Max Hawkins, her unrelenting knight in scuffed sneakers, refuses to let her fight alone.
With a shot of liquid courage and a blessed tattoo, can Fia work out who's hunting her-or will it all end in flames?