Who died and made me queen?
Technically nobody, but my mom and sister did take an impromptu trip to the underworld, forcing me into the role of high priestess of the Salem coven.
And I am so not cut out for the job.
As if that's not enough responsibility for one witch to handle, I still have to summon a ticked off demon prince, convince him to help us break the family curse, and battle the beasties slipping through the rifts in the thinning veil…while hiding the fact that we're the ones who caused the rifts in the first place.
Holy Hecate. Fighting monsters I can handle. Leading a coven? Not so much.
But if I don't step up and figure out how to take charge, every witch in Salem will die.
Good thing I'm a fast learner.
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