The Last Ringmaster: Masks (Book 5)

She’s dressed for the dance. She’s built for the war.

With a small band of misfit fae at her side, Harley has a father to destroy and friends to rescue.

They’re alive in Evermore, warded and waiting. Getting them out means a gauntlet straight through Heinrich’s territory — a realm he’s rebuilt into a grotesque carnivale, every performer masked, every act coerced, every smile a lie he’s forcing someone to wear. Harley knows performance spaces. She’s spent her whole life in them. Nothing has ever looked more like home, or more wrong.

Some masks protect you. Some masks are a trap. Harley is about to learn which is which — starting with the freed jester who owes her his freedom and still isn’t telling her everything. And with the darkling built by Heinrich to be a weapon against her.

Ronan fights beside her anyway — choosing her over his maker every single day. Months of being beautifully broken in the same direction have taught them exactly what they’re made of. Evermore doesn’t care what they’ve built. It throws everything it has between them and dares that bond to hold.

Harley can win this war. She can burn the blood book, break the Priest, bring everyone home. What she can’t foresee is what will be left of her when the last act ends.