I am the daughter of a ruling family, a student of the Institute of Sorcery, full of great promise. And I am “unclean” for the world I’ve ended up in. He is the higher dragon, the inquisitor—and he has come for me. Now I must not, under any circumstances, give myself away. And on top of that, I have an inn, and suddenly my ancient broom has come to life. And someone is persistently sending me a call in the night. But even inquisitors sometimes need help, and “unclean” creatures can become a friend, not an enemy. Or not just a friend? How else can you explain why a flame inside me wakes up next to him?