The day the magic died... The ancient order of Cré-Witches is under attack. Witch-hunts, powerful arcane enemies and betrayal threaten the coven with extinction. One young, inexperienced witch and her newly bonded warrior guardian are all that stands against the death of Cré-Magic, and somehow they have to be enough.

An ancient prophecy binds them. The women in Bronwyn Beaty's family are cursed; they die young and suddenly. Alone in the world following her grandmother's death, Bronwyn is desperate for answers. Her search leads her to a castle in the south of England, and so much more than she bargained for. A beautiful mysterious stranger sweeps her off her feet. A castle inhabited by four strange women matches one she’s seen for years in her dreams, and strange things—perhaps even magical things—happen all around her. Danger escalates and it becomes harder to know who to trust with her heart and her life.

Nothing is as it seems. Coven seer, Mags, caught in the maelstrom of her own mind, can no longer trust her abilities. As the only witch capable of activating air, she battles to hold onto her sanity long enough to activate the air element and save herself. A newcomer to Baile, Jack has no clear understanding of his purpose in being there. A loner with a dark past, Jack may be the only fixed point in Mags’s shifting reality. Irresistibly drawn together, Mags and Jack cling to each other in a rapidly evolving magical landscape. As enemies gather in and around Baile castle, the cré-witches and their warrior guardians must find inventive ways to tackle their uncertain future. Desperate and smarting from her failures, blood witch Rhiannon has a deadly new weapon at her disposal. The stakes have never been higher, and time is running out for Mags and air magic, in this the third volume of the Cré-Witch Chronicles.