The Academy of the Profane has been a dream for my twin and myself for ages. I'm a young god pretending to be a witch and she's a Hellhound. We're twins, but we have different fathers. There's not really a curriculum for either of us, but after hearing my mom and aunt's stories, we can't wait to go as a rite of passage. The headmaster hates me and personally sued me when I was a teenager for inheriting something she thought she was owed. Her daughter is now in class with us and she's completely terrible. Something is also very wrong here. The God of Death is my history teacher. They said they made a promise to my mother years before i was born to tutor me in all the god things my dad might not know, but that's not why they are here. The God of Death is here teaching history because they have a bad feeling. They said every few decades or so, they get a bad feeling surrounding the Academy of the Profane, but by the time they get here, students have already died before their time. And if it's been going on this long. it means a fellow god has gone bad

My mom never told me there was a heart stealing murderer at the Academy of the Profane. But here we are. I thought I'd be navigating classes, mean girls, and boys. Not this. Never in a million years this. I can't unsee what they did to that witch. And honestly? With the history of this academy, it could be a curse, a ghost, or someone like me doing it. But I have a team and my twin. And another god on my side. If anyone can stop this, it's us.

We have a witness, but they have no memories and could actually be the murderer.Sol is a big, beautiful teddy bear. It's hard to believe he's capable of murdering witches. And Azren doesn't know what his motive could be any better than he does. It doesn't make sense, but there's no one else it could be unless they are just really good at hiding.We can get all of Sol's memories back and hopefully exonerate him. We just have to locate a very tricky raven who likes to speak in riddles. No problem, right?This book will release earlier