If someone had said my petty thefts would lead to me getting shipped off to Unseelie lands on a mission to assassinate the Crown Princess, I would have told them they'd drank too much shell wine. Ever seen a mermaid assassin on land? Didn't think so. Yet here I am, stripped of my tail and my heart, posing as part of a royal Unseelie outcast's retinue. Lachlan sees me as his personal form of twisted entertainment. I'd like nothing more than to slice off his cruel smirk, but being his plaything is the only way I can partake in the depraved courting ceremony where I'm supposed to strike the lethal blow. I have to dive into the throes of Unseelie life like a true member of their race. Wicked. Carnal. Pursuing pleasure through the darkest deeds. If an unjustly handsome Unseelie prick ends up on the wrong side of my blade once I'm done, well... Maybe not having a heart could prove to be fun after all.