Jet Darrow likes her men the same way she likes her dragons: fictional.

That preference burns to ash when the tales of our world prove to be anything but myths. At thirty, Jet becomes the Veil’s newest Champion, one of the dwindling few meant to protect the Mythic World from the mundane. Now she has a snappy dragon in her head and rare, violent shadows that trigger any time her cortisol spikes.

Jet yearns for a time when she could curl up and read the tropes, not live them. But when her friend makes the ultimate sacrifice to ensure her future, Jet is determined to bring the man responsible to his knees. If she wants to take on Venator and his hoard of power-devouring demons, Jet will have to wield more than a damn shadow puppet. She’ll need Rift Atlas.

He’s the dire-wolf-bonded, hardened commander with a power as stubborn as hers. Rift would sooner toss Jet down the Earth’s core than train some privileged sky-dweller, but his nation of warriors depends on her kingdom’s air support. So, he offers a brutal ultimatum: abandon the clouds and enter his subterranean domain hidden in the Rockies.

As Jet comes to understand her restless shadows, fate and a little luck lead her to Excalibur, only to find that destiny is not on her side. If Jet can’t control her unruly shadows, she’ll go from “reluctant heroine” to “straight-up villain.” And she won’t just fail her friend’s sacrifice, but she’ll also doom the only man who can hold a light to her darkness.

With Venator closing in, Jet must decide which of them is Arthur and which is Mordred. Or if she can rise to damn her destiny before she falls hard and takes the Veil down with her.