Atlantis Reborn

In a few days, I'll officially be the Laurel clan chief—but it comes at a heavy cost. My human family, the McKyes, think I'm dead, and the only family I have left is my surly cousin, Theron. Plus the occasional visit from my dead mother.

Gathering the fifteen clans of Atlantis is more tasking than I thought. Thank fate that Ian has my back, otherwise keeping the peace would be a total disaster. I want to give him my heart, too, but without an official likeness, or spontaneous pairing, it's only wishful thinking. To make matters worse, someone out there has the formula to create human-Atlantian hybrids. For a hefty price.

Certain chiefs are so desperate to increase our population that they refuse to see the price might be more than money; it could cost us our souls. If I can't change their minds, the descendants of Atlantis could disappear forever.