What would you do if you learned you were the key to an ancient prophecy? Me? I've already signed on the dotted line, and not just because it's the right thing to do. It's because of the way they looked at me. There was no other choice. Turns out the three sexiest mages in The Society of Ancient Magic have their sights set on something other than perfect grades. A centuries' old vendetta needs to be paid, and they are here to collect. Apparently they were just waiting to meet me... Remember that prophecy? They've already lost one of their own. I only hope I can be what they need.