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.