Just when I thought I'd gotten the hang of this whole Gatekeeper thing, the universe decided to throw me another curveball. Because apparently, saving Saltcliff from dimensional collapse was just the warm-up act. Malphas might be gone, but his parting gift keeps on giving—demon essence woven so deep into the gate network that removing it could destroy everything I've worked to protect. And naturally, every supernatural power player on the eastern seaboard has decided now would be a great time to drop by for a 'friendly visit.' Nothing says vacation destination like corrupted interdimensional portals, am I right? Between research sessions that make my brain feel like scrambled eggs, romantic dinners that keep getting interrupted by assassination attempts, and Riley's increasingly dangerous experiments with dual bloodline magic, I'm starting to think my old corporate job wasn't so bad. At least the worst thing that could happen there was a hostile takeover, not a literal dimensional invasion. Now I've got seventy-two hours to master a cleansing ritual that hasn't been attempted in centuries, while supernatural delegations circle the island like sharks sensing blood in the water. The ritual requires a willing sacrifice, and guess who keeps volunteering? Here's a it's not me, which is apparently a problem. Good thing I've got Zane keeping me grounded (when his demon heritage isn't making him allergic to my magic), Astra organizing our defenses like a supernatural general, and Mimi providing commentary that could strip paint off a battleship. Because nothing says "family support" like your grandmother critiquing your life choices while loading enchanted ammunition. They say the devil's in the details, but in my case, the demon's in the network. And getting him out might just kill me.