There's nothing practical about magic--which is why I ditched my wand years ago. Thirteen years, to be exact. The day I left Silverlake. Except now, a family emergency has called me back home, and quite frankly, I'd rather be anywhere but here. But when my aunt raises her wand to cure a friend and he ends up dead, it becomes abundantly clear I'm not leaving anytime soon. Welcome to Silverlake, a place where nothing is EVER as it seems ... and where a witch can find, and lose, a lot more than herself.