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Magic doesn’t lie. Witches do. Our Coven Leader is dead...and they think I killed him. I didn’t. I would never have hurt him. I tried everything I could to save him. But it’s their word against mine. And with his blood staining my hands and caked in my hair, I don’t know how I’m going to get them to believe me....

In the Old Lands, nothing is as it seems. Something lurks in the darkness...watching...waiting. I see it moving in the shadows. I hear it whisper in the wind. I sense it following our every step. I feel it on my spine like the caress of fingertips across my skin. Is it Joseph and his army waiting to ambush us again? Or is it just the ancient chaos of this place waiting to suck us in and never let us back out?

Be careful what you wish for...because magic comes with a price. I’m a witch. All of my dreams finally came true. But now, so are my nightmares. There’s a new monster in town, and no one knows how to kill it or where it came from. It lurks in the shadows, preying on our every move. For some reason, it seems to be targeting me. I desperately need Tennessee’s help. Only he is strong enough to train me. My magic is too wild and unpredictable to fight this demon by myself.

All is fair in war and magic. I have power no other witch has had in thousands of years. My whole Coven is looking to me for guidance. I thought I had a flawless plan, but now nothing is playing out the way I expected. To close the Gap in Salem before Samhain we must collect all five Elemental Stones. The quest to find them sends us deep into the treacherous lands of other supernatural species - where The Coven is far from welcome and heavily outnumbered.

My magic, my rules. I’m the Aether Witch. And I’m done playing this game. We’re running blind toward a target we can’t see. Everything I love is on the line. My magic. My family. My Coven. Tennessee. I’ll lose it all at the strike of midnight on Samhain if I don’t put the pieces of this puzzle together. Salem’s Prophecy says the fate of the world lies on mine and my twin’s hands. If we fail, terror and chaos will rain down on our realm so severe no one will be able to fight it.

Desperate times, desperate magic. I finally have the Book of Shadows. The pages call to me, begging me to devour their hidden power. There are more than just spells inside, and there are things only the High Priestess can see. And now I know everything I wasn’t supposed to. My Coven likes to keep secrets...well they’re about to get a taste of their own medicine. Rescuing Henley from the demon’s possession won’t mean a thing if we can’t close the Gap in Salem. Samhain is our deadline, and it’s right around the corner.

My magic runs ice cold. I am Judgement. I’ve gone from human to witch...to now Coven member. It’s amazing, awesome, and entirely overwhelming. I’m scared out of my mind right now. I shouldn’t be, I know that. I finally have real magic.

Just when I thought everything was going perfect...BOOM. Problems. And not just any problems—missing children problems. One of them is my soulmate’s little cousin, which is bad enough for my anxiety, but the other is a young cousin of the shifter king. Not like that’s a significant detail or anything.

The rest of my Coven got to go home and relax. All I want to do after the last few months is sit on my couch, eat a whole box of cookies, and binge watch mindless feel-good movies. But apparently that is not on my to-do list.

All I want for Christmas is my two front teeth. Well, okay, literally speaking I want these two legs I’m standing on to be permanent. I want my scales to not pop up if it rains or if someone spills their drink on me. I want a house on land and a pet that has fur instead of two rows of razor sharp teeth. I’ve always felt like a crab out of her shell except when I’m on land. Except sirens can’t control their shifting.

Megelle Island is full of supernatural creatures. I came here a few years ago to be among my own kind, to not worry that I’d accidentally shift into a raccoon or turn invisible in front of some poor human. My clumsiness was going to expose us all to the public and get me into big trouble with the angels. The only problem is…I’m the only jinn here. I knew there weren’t many of us in existence but none was a whole lot less than expected.

My life has never been typical. Most people weren’t professional ballerinas. Most people didn’t have two happily married, four century old dads and an aunt who was actually your mother. Most people didn’t have pointed ears they had to hide or wings that would pop out of their back when they got too excited or angry. Most people didn’t have my problems.

I stopped believing in Santa Claus and happily-ever-afters when I lost my parents…so ten years ago I stopped trying. I threw myself into running my dad's hotel, The Diamond, where I make California dreams come true for the rich and famous. But now I realize there’s no one to come home to. I have no family, no friends, just my first ever boyfriend who works more than I do, and in three months barely even knows me.