Every decade, the human kingdoms send a tribute to the Death Lords to maintain the barriers between life and death. This year, they sent a thief: sharp-tongued, clever, and utterly unafraid of dying.
The Reaper is the most feared of all Death Lords. His touch means death. His isolation is absolute. But when she looks him in the eye and says, "You don't scare me, Reaper," something shifts in the eternal twilight of his realm.
Then someone begins destroying the wards that keep the realms separate—and somehow, she's the only one who can stop them. Navigating deadly court politics, assassination attempts, and the scheming courts of five Death Lords might kill her before she can save anyone.
Worse: she's starting to see past The Reaper's fearsome reputation to what he's hidden beneath. And he's starting to wonder if she might be worth the risk of everything he's kept under control.
In a world where his touch means death and her mortality makes her fragile, their partnership is becoming something dangerous. Saving the realm might cost them everything.
Including each other.