Brimstone: The Fae & Alchemy Series, Book 2

He is everything she was trained to destroy—and the only one who can save her.

Lyra has spent years mastering the volatile art of alchemy, transmuting base metals into weapons sharp enough to cut through Fae glamour. She doesn't trust anything with pointed ears and ancient eyes. Especially not *him*—the infuriatingly beautiful Court warrior who materializes in her workshop smelling of smoke and dangerous promises, claiming they share a common enemy.

She knows better than to believe him. She helps him anyway.

What follows is a negotiation neither of them anticipated: every tense exchange crackles with something that has nothing to do with strategy and everything to do with the way he watches her hands when she works, the way she memorizes his breathing in the dark. Their alliance is built on suspicion and sharpened by proximity, and the line between contempt and craving keeps blurring at the worst possible moments.

But the threat closing in around them doesn't care about their complications. It doesn't care that she's human and he's ancient. It doesn't care that wanting him might cost her everything she's sacrificed to become.

Brimstone is sulfur and sparks—the specific heat of two people who fight harder against each other than they ever have against anything else, slowly, inevitably, *burning*.

Some alchemical reactions cannot be undone. She should have known this one would change her entirely.