The Dagger and the Flame (The City of Fantome, #1)

by Catherine Doyle

The rule was simple: Daggers and Cloaks stayed out of each other’s way. Daggers didn’t thieve and Cloaks didn’t murder.

Those who refuse to wield the dagger are doomed to die by its blade.

Take only what your cloak can carry, and your conscience can bear.

And there she was. His spitfire.

“Sera, this guy is obsessed,” said Bibi. “He can’t take his eyes off you. I can’t tell if he wants to ravish you or murder you.”

Seraphine was a spitfire. And Ransom wanted to burn.