"They say bad things come in threes. Turns out, yeah-we do."I hightailed it the hell out of Felcove four years ago. Away from middle of nowhere Michigan. Away from the Midwest's supernatural epicenter and my future as a Garland witch.Away from Emery, my werewolf bestie... and far, far away from Tyler fucking Hargraves.Then Grams died. She wasn't supposed to. Maybe not ever. Garland witches don't just kick the bucket. Suddenly, I've got responsibilities I never prepared for and the family monarch...