Most estranged fathers would send an email. Mine sends a zombie.The infamous dagger known as the Thief of Souls is now mine. Its seductive power comes with a catch - the blade is determined to control me, and I'm losing the battle.Ash wants to free me from its clutches. He's an ice-cold fae assassin who bizarrely seems to care for me, but can I trust his motives? A little voice inside me is screaming yes, but I can't even trust my own thoughts anymore.So of course dear old Dad picks this moment to crawl out of whatever hole he's been hiding in for the last five years. He's a dangerous necromancer, and he wants the dagger, but maybe I can use him. Because he's the key to what I want most in all the world - if I can bring myself to pay the price.