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.