I'm not an assassin witch, I swear... But one bad day at work as a Guardian was all it took to make everyone think I am. Darcy Pierce—infamous, soulless, lethal. Betrayer. It’s all good, though. I fit right in at my new job as the magical bartender in a supernatural strip club, where no one cares about a girl’s deadly reputation as long as she has a nice rack. Only now I’m being stalked by a schoolgirl bully who breathes fire, and her hot dad keeps trying to get me to touch his dusty old book. I’m used to men trying to trick me into touching things, but this is a whole new level of creepy. I’m almost grateful when the assassin who framed me comes back for round two… except I’m not the only one in danger. My new friends at the club are the ones under fire now, and I can’t fail them like I failed before. Once a Guardian, always a Guardian, right? That’s what they always told me, even when I ran, and I still don’t know if they were right. Whatever I am, it’s personal now, and I have a hot-blooded killer to hunt.