Realm of Shadows: an enemies to lovers fae romantasy (The Iron King's Assassin)

Death has always tried to shove a homemade shiv past my ribs.
I'm a monster hunter, so death is no stranger. Now, as I languish in this dank cell deep in the heart of Fae, He's so close I can smell His breath. It smells of cinnamon. Wears the face of the Shadow Court's dark enforce...