At six years old, my mother and grandmother decided to drive the evil from me. Not that I can understand why what I was doing was evil. I just knew that one day they’d kill me.

As they promised.

Except, the spell they performed on me with our coven didn’t work the way my grandmother expected it to. Not even remotely. Yes, it caused agony beyond description, but in the end? It didn’t drive out the evil.

No, it didn’t. Not even close.

It invited more in.

I’m 18 now, and I’ve been in prison for more than 11 years for killing my mother, grandmother, and our entire coven. Now I’m free and sent to a halfway house with a tiger shifter that’s going to help me get my feet wet in this new, scary world. A world I’ve been denied since I was born.

Too bad for me I’m not at all the mage I kinda thought I was when I was little. Not any longer. Not since that fateful day more than a decade ago where they held me down and made me scream.

I’m not that Jessie any longer, and it’s time for me to stand up and take my place in this world. With my found family by my side, I think I can do that.

My name is Jessie Sweet, and this is my story.