Clio might be a nymph surviving in exile among humans. And she might contain the rare ability to mimic any magic she sees. And she might have just seriously ticked from the most powerful category of spell weavers in the Underworld.

But she actually is not in love with an incubus.

Lyre is the rebellious black sheep of said weaver family members, and he’s the just cause she survived her recent Underworld ‘holiday.’ He’s also the sexiest factor she’s ever seen. Together, they have to locate a catastrophically dangerous magic-a magic he created, she sort of stole, plus they both lost-before his family members gets their practical it. And that means fighting alongside him inside a desperate try to avert complete devastation.

But she actually is not really in love with him. At least, she’s confident she’s not.

Mostly sure.

Maybe sure?

. Crap.