The Last Ringmaster: Freak (Book 4)

They called her a freak her whole life. She’s about to show them what that word really means.

Harley is done hiding. Done shrinking her troupe of misfit fae to fit a mayor’s idea of acceptable. On opening night, she uncloaks her people on a public stage, whip blazing, fae nature fully visible, daring Midway City to love what it’s been taught to fear. The standing ovation feels like a turning point.

It is. Just not the kind she planned.

When an ancient fae arrives with knowledge of Harley’s lost mother, gifts that enhance her troupe’s abilities, and answers she’s been starving for, Harley lets him close. Silas is charming, powerful, and genuinely helpful — and every instinct she has says the warmth is real. She’s right. It is. That’s what makes the betrayal so precise.

He takes three of her people through a portal mid-performance, chains gentle as jewelry, while the audience watches in horror.

Now Harley must follow a man she trusted into a realm between worlds, where a palace of living exhibits holds centuries of stolen fae, where the inner demon she’s carried inside since birth finally speaks its name — and where a warrior as beautifully broken as she is becomes the one person she can’t afford to need and can’t survive without.