Nearly ten years ago the human and fae realms collided. After years of war peace was finally reached between the all the fae kings and the human governments. To celebrate the peace agreement the Summer king threw a ball.

Tickets were coveted by all creatures. All eight kings had vowed their attendance. Something that hadn’t happened in dozens of past kings.

You bitterly drink the alcoholic beverage that waiter had shoved under your nose. Your spouse had gotten prime tickets to the ball, but now they're off grinding on a fae.

"Do you want me to kill them?" A sultry voice asked in your ear. Something in you clicked into place at the sound of his voice.