How can this possibly be my life? If I could go back to the morning before the gala, trust my gut, and stay home, I would in a heartbeat. But that’s not possible, so I’m stuck with the repercussions. Because of what I am—not who, mind you—there’s a whole new set of rules for me to follow. And I’m doing it completely exposed. Laid bare for the entirety of the preternatural population to gawk, trash, and threaten. But I can’t let that deter me from doing the one thing I need to do. Master my magic.