Feral Justice - Paperback

Fort Caerleon has one rule: nobody touches what's hers

Tetra keeps Fort Caerleon running through sheer force of personality, caustic faerie dust, and the unshakeable belief that a matcha frappuccino solves most problems. She's held this neighborhood together through gang wars and dark mages.

She found the ring box in Antin's nightstand three weeks ago-obsidian-spiked diamond, Val-crafted, built specifically for a faerie who makes her own luck-and she has been insufferably, helplessly happy ever since.

Then something explodes, and Antin is the one who burns.

The enemies circling Fort Caerleon don't know what they've started. Tetra was terrifying before this. Now she's done holding the line while the fight comes to her, and the threat closing in has already gotten closer than any enemy should.

Can she dismantle what's coming before it dismantles everything she's built, or will protecting the man she loves cost her the home she bled to create?