Lucifer took my magic.

Okay, so technically, Derrick the incubus douche took it, but he was Lucifer’s guy and following orders.

Still, I can’t be a witch or a Merlin without magic. Can my life get any worse? Of course, it can.

As I try to adjust and accept life without a drop of magic in my veins, Marcus disappears. Well, not exactly, more like he ghosts me. He’s not returning my calls or my texts. Just when I think I finally have my love life on track, it gets derailed, and my heart is slowly torn apart.

Even if Marcus is gone, I’m not about to give up on my magic. I have plans. Crazy-ass, possible death plans, but I’ll do just about anything to get my magic mojo back.

Yes, it’ll be dangerous. Insane. Only a crazy person would be willing to try it.

Good thing I’m just crazy enough.