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Victory Vale was oblivious to the danger she was in. She didn’t know that having pearlescent gray irises and the three-inch-wide silver streak running from her right temple to the ends of her long, raven-black hair marked her as a rare, moon-kissed human. And she wasn’t aware that the moment she stepped into her grandmother’s shop, the damage was done. Word of Victory’s appearance in the Lore was spreading faster than a wildfire in a windstorm, and the town of Mystic, Arizona, which wasn’t on any map, would soon be overrun by all manner of creatures fighting to claim one of the few compatible females in the southwestern sector of the kingdom of man.

 

As such, a powerful male of the Night Court was already on his way, hoping after two hundred years of failure, searching six of the seven kingdoms, she would be the woman to break his curse.