Double Down on Demons
My father talked about Atlantic City the way some women talk about their ex-boyfriends. No good. Avoid at all costs. Soul-sucking even without the demons. Never mind that we lived across the country where, by day we worked as mountain guides, and at night he trained me to use my magic—not that I was allowed to showcase it. That was a hard no. So I hid my powers the way he hid his bourbon—until his murder.
My name is Lorn, and I’m a witch. Or at least, I thought I was. Turns out, things aren’t always what they seem. My magic has always been different from others of my kind—untamed. Something to hide, even in my own world, along with my monster-filled dreams and odd ‘episodes.’ When my entire life is turned upside down with a single drop of blood, the mysterious magick I’ve been trying to hide finally catches up to me.