The land wasn't waiting for magic. It was waiting for something far more potent.

Cleo Channing has survived a cult siege and a killer with a grudge. She's reclaimed her home, her magic, and her role as protector of two gifted girls. The mountain is even starting to respond — green shoots pushing through dead soil where her son's art is drawing the poison out. For the first time in twenty-five years, something is healing.

Then a reporter arrives to expose her as a fraud, a doctor she trusted commits her to a mental asylum, and the town that's feared her for decades finally has the excuse it's been waiting for to turn.

Drugged, stripped of her name, and locked in a facility by a man who's done this before, Cleo disappears. No phone. No magic. No one who knows where she is. Just a cell, a fake diagnosis, and the slow chemical erasure of everything she's fought to become.

The only people who can find her are a ghost-whispering foster daughter, a dead reporter's cloud files, and Jake Killian — the man Cleo has hated for twenty-five years. The man whose betrayal started all of this. The man who is about to stand in the town square and denounce his own mother and his own priest to bring her home.

Because the curse was never about magic. The mountain was dying because Cleo was. And the cure isn't a spell or a ritual or a gifted child's paint. It's the one thing she swore she'd never do.

A witch who fed hatred for a quarter century. A man who earned every ounce of it. And the land that won't breathe again until she lets go.

Romance where love is the hardest choice — and the most necessary one
enemies to lovers; small town homecoming; second chance

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