The Long-Forgotten Winter King

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.