I might suck at casting spells, but activating a 1,000-year-old vampire curse is a pretty bad screw-up, even for me. Oops. Now I'm at the mercy of four stupidly-sexy vampires. With my initiation into the Royal Covens only three days away, I really don't have time for this shit. My vampires pose as my warlock mentors and promise to teach me how to hide what I really am: a reincarnation of some ancient and powerful witch. They want to get into the Royal Covens and reinstate me to my "rightful place," whatever that means. I think they're just telling me that to get in my pants. What my vampires don't hide is their hunger for me, both for my blood and my body. That dangerous kind of thrill is going to get me into serious trouble.