She built a place no one could find. Then a man walked out of the snow.
Mara has spent seven years alone in her warded northern woods, the one place on earth she never has to hide what she is. The cabin has opinions. The tarot deck has more. The only rule is that nobody gets in.
Then Elias stumbles out of the storm: hunted, half-frozen, and framed for a theft by the crime family he served for six years. He isn't innocent, and he doesn't pretend to be. But when the snow buries the only road, a witch who trusts no one and a smuggler who's run out of lies are stuck together with one couch, one very smug house, and a pot she refuses to call a cauldron.
What he was carrying was never drugs. It's something far older, and the people hunting him need a witch to wake it.
Mara has already lost one life to a man who couldn't bear what she was. Now she must decide whether to stand with the first person who ever asked to understand her.