Some families in this eternally dark village are fortunate; their ancestors - the first surviving humans after the Last War - made bargains with dark fae royals and warriors.
My family is one of the lucky ones.
Or so I thought...
The seventh prince of the realm comes to collect his yearly bounty. And what he wants to take is no longer the midnight apples from the field we harvest.
He wants to take me--
April, a sickly human of no use to anyone, let alone a dark fae prince.