Publisher's Synopsis
Rowan
Less than two weeks till the winter solstice and somehow it's my fault the witches have misplaced their damned bells. If they weren't such jerks about Demonborns being part of the Grand Council and their plans for the Revelaton of the magical world to humans, maybe they wouldn't need to use the stupid things anyway. But until they're ready to admit that without Demonborns, there'd be no Witches, I guess they're out of luck.
Sending Whitaker Frost, scion of the Frost witch clan, one of the lead Council members behind the Revelation movement, and sexiest man alive ohmygods to my shop when I've been accused of hiding those damned bells and endangering the Witches' annual winter solstice ritual to maintain their powers and ruin the planned Revelation to the humans in the process is just playing dirty, especially when neither of us can forget our meeting at the Summer Solstice.
I swear, his hold on me must be magic...
