The Lost Child. An Eleanor Morgan Novel, #5

The gates are finally open, but I'm not ready for what waits on the other side. There's nothing quite like waking up naked, alone, and on fire. But at least I woke up. It's not every day a person gets to survive being stabbed by their boyfriend and his magic sword  - not a euphemism. The gates are open. My work is done, right? Enter Florence, stage left, to remind me that her aid came with a price.
And the bill has come due. It's time to walk through a gate and find my friend's abducted sister. To do it, I'll need to find my fae birth family. My only hope is that they're slightly less heinous than the half-elf who betrayed me. Finding Florence's sister isn't as straightforward as I'd hoped. The intrigue in the royal court rivals anything I've seen on a soap opera. I hadn't expected to be welcomed with open arms, but a couple moments of appreciation for the world breaker might've been nice.
Let me tell you, attempted murder is a craptastic reward...