Harry Dresden entered her orbit almost by accident — a wizard useful to her family’s business, then unexpectedly useful to her personally, then something more complicated than either of them likes to examine too closely. Their alliance is built on mutual respect, mutual usefulness, and an attraction neither fully acts on, because both of them know exactly how dangerous it would be to actually trust each other completely. She’s helped him. She’s used him. Sometimes in the same conversation.

These days, Lara rules the White Court from behind an expression that rarely slips, playing a longer game than almost anyone else in Chicago’s supernatural landscape — human politics, vampire politics, fae politics, all of it just pieces on a board she’s been learning to read since she was young enough to still believe her father might love her back.