I’m a prince under a dark and scheming spell – a shadow-walker assigned to hunt his prey.

My target: A girl who can turn herself into a blazing fireball.

But I got too close, and I’m a melted mess with the spell now taunting me. It says I’m alive and therefore, can still fight – as if a shadow can actually take out fire.

Did I mention it’s my birthday this week? What a sucky way to turn sixteen …