I've spent years perfecting my craft—bending fire and metal into blades that sing, glass that captures light like frozen flame. My phoenix familiar Flame keeps me company in the forge, and life at the Renaissance Festival suits me just fine. Between demonstrating glassblowing for tourists and trying not to set things ablaze when Aramis flashes that British smile, I've carved out something close to contentment. My sword-fighting friends—Porthos with his werestag secret and Athos with his desperate search for his long-dead wife, Dahlia—have become my found family on the circuit. We're an unusual crew, but we work.
Then Delilah shows up, and everything goes to hell. She's Dahlia's cousin, she's accused of a crime that could shut down the fair, and she's dangling the one thing Athos can't information about where his wife really is. But there's a catch—she'll only talk if we prove her innocence. Now I'm caught between my loyalty to Athos, my suspicion that Delilah might actually be guilty, and the growing certainty that some secrets are better left buried. With Aramis at my side, Porthos watching my back, and Flame's warning cries echoing in my mind, I'm about to discover that the deadliest flames aren't the ones I control—they're the ones that burn in the human heart.