I thought I was a useless witch whose only weapons were a switchblade and a mean disposition.
I thought Zak was a rogue druid with waning power and an alluring aura that’s impossible for me to resist.
And I thought my fae familiar was a harmless shapeshifter who chose me because I’m “mildly interesting.”
But nothing is what I thought. Nothing is what it seems. Including me.
I need answers, and I need them fast - before I sink any deeper in the quagmire of secrets I’ve fallen into.
The Crystal Druid’s. The Winter King’s.
And my own.