Jammer in the Box

My heels are sharp, and so is my fury.

I thought attending the infamous 'Apalachin' criminal summit with five maybe-mates and a very punchable ex would be the worst part of my week.

Spoiler: Optimism is a hell of a drug.

Our plan to find out who is targeting me and why turned into a conspiracy that could torch the realms. We discovered a secret cabal of scary-powerful folks scheming to band together to overthrow... everything.

Then fate changed targets-and this time, the crosshairs landed on someone I love.

Archer's teammates are disappearing one by one. Everyone's side-eyeing him like he's the one pulling the strings, but my adorable, goofy cat shifter mate isn't the type. The Council's breathing down our necks, suspicion's running hot, and if they try frame him for this?

When you corner a jammer, and you get hell on wheels.

We also met powerful allies at the Apalachin, but I barely have time to adjust my fishnets, much less schmooze new people. But if saving Archer means making deals with the devils we barely know?

I'm in the mood to dance with monsters.