One of these deaths is not like the others.

In New York City, the Met Gala is fashion’s biggest night out. Naturally, I wasn’t on the guest list.

Not one to let a little detail like that get in the way, I did what any good witch would; I gate crashed, but I wasn’t the only one.

Heavily armed thieves decided that New York socialites would make for easy pickings. The chaos that ensued left twenty-eight dead. It was a case the city wanted closed as quickly as possible.

But I was there, I know the truth. One of the victims wasn’t an accident, it was an assassination, and he was a sitting member of the Arcane Council.

Caught between the Council and Chief West, this case could cost me my job, my life, or both.