The Thief. The Prince. The Dark.
Lilith Grey doesn’t get caught. Six years picking locks and keeping three siblings alive in the rookeries—zero detections, zero mistakes. When a job goes sideways and she’s dragged before the Prince of the Shadow Court to pay a blood debt she didn’t know existed, she does what she always does: finds the exits and starts planning.
Too bad every lock in his palace opens for her before she touches them.
Caligo Umbrius has been dying for seven hundred years. Soul damage made his court the weakest of eight. The Blood Debt Prophecy named a thief’s daughter as his bond—a girl whose criminal darkness feeds the magic no one else can reach. He’s been watching her since she was thirteen. He has been very patient.
One heat, and the thief stops picking the lock on the door. She starts picking the lock on him.
His shadows find her in the dark. His mouth finds her first—and Fae alphas don’t do that. Every lock she’s ever set opens for him without being asked. His shadows tell stories about her on the walls when he thinks she’s sleeping. She stops looking for exits. She stops wanting to.
Then she picks seven impossible locks and finds the archive. Twenty years of his handwriting. He put the weapon in her father’s hand. Engineered the crime. Watched her siblings starve because hunger would build exactly the darkness he needed.
Lilith has to decide what she is.
The girl who picks locks and knows bread prices.
The weapon a prince spent twenty years sharpening.
Or the Shadow Queen of a court that opened every door for her before she ever asked.
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Why You’ll Disappear Into This:
Locks and shadows: She opens everything. He lives in the dark. The motif will crack your chest open.
Shadow Court anatomy: Prehensile, relentless, and overwhelming—shadow tendrils that touch everywhere at once, wings that blot out the world, and a knot like darkness given weight.
He uses his mouth on her: Fae alphas don’t worship. He does. Every time. Before he claims her.
The archive: Twenty years of her suffering, and every bit of it was his design. She found the proof because every lock in his palace opens for her. Even the ones that destroy her.
‘Was any of it real?’ she asks. ‘Or was I just the best lock you ever picked?’
SHADOWED is Book Seven in the Dark Faeverse series. It can be read as a standalone but is best enjoyed in order.
Lilith Grey doesn’t get caught. Six years picking locks and keeping three siblings alive in the rookeries—zero detections, zero mistakes. When a job goes sideways and she’s dragged before the Prince of the Shadow Court to pay a blood debt she didn’t know existed, she does what she always does: finds the exits and starts planning.
Too bad every lock in his palace opens for her before she touches them.
Caligo Umbrius has been dying for seven hundred years. Soul damage made his court the weakest of eight. The Blood Debt Prophecy named a thief’s daughter as his bond—a girl whose criminal darkness feeds the magic no one else can reach. He’s been watching her since she was thirteen. He has been very patient.
One heat, and the thief stops picking the lock on the door. She starts picking the lock on him.
His shadows find her in the dark. His mouth finds her first—and Fae alphas don’t do that. Every lock she’s ever set opens for him without being asked. His shadows tell stories about her on the walls when he thinks she’s sleeping. She stops looking for exits. She stops wanting to.
Then she picks seven impossible locks and finds the archive. Twenty years of his handwriting. He put the weapon in her father’s hand. Engineered the crime. Watched her siblings starve because hunger would build exactly the darkness he needed.
Lilith has to decide what she is.
The girl who picks locks and knows bread prices.
The weapon a prince spent twenty years sharpening.
Or the Shadow Queen of a court that opened every door for her before she ever asked.
———
Why You’ll Disappear Into This:
Locks and shadows: She opens everything. He lives in the dark. The motif will crack your chest open.
Shadow Court anatomy: Prehensile, relentless, and overwhelming—shadow tendrils that touch everywhere at once, wings that blot out the world, and a knot like darkness given weight.
He uses his mouth on her: Fae alphas don’t worship. He does. Every time. Before he claims her.
The archive: Twenty years of her suffering, and every bit of it was his design. She found the proof because every lock in his palace opens for her. Even the ones that destroy her.
‘Was any of it real?’ she asks. ‘Or was I just the best lock you ever picked?’
SHADOWED is Book Seven in the Dark Faeverse series. It can be read as a standalone but is best enjoyed in order.