I use my muscles more than my magic. I have to. My father learned the hard way that magic can be drained and diverted. He made certain I knew a good right hook is priceless, and to keep my blades sharp. He’s dead now. My two sisters and I are talking again. But there’s so much Clementine and Beryl don’t know about me–and there’s no time for a girls’ night out. The three of us must go up against Lionel Vigne, the same fae who brought down our parents. We know he’s hiding in the French Alps. He’s on the cusp of forcefully breeding rare Magicals, the crime that got him banished from fae lands. I want to complete my mother’s mission on my own. Do I blend the metal in my blood with my blades and use brute force to end Lionel’s tyranny? Or, if I truly am the Scarab Eater’s Daughter, do I put down my blades and let my magic act as a lure?