Phoenix Bishop is fifteen, and her life has basically been a cosmic joke.
She’s a ghost hunter, descended from one of the oldest Salem witch bloodlines in Massachusetts, and a complete outsider in 1983 Fairhaven, where supernatural families still hold onto old power while rich elites pretend magic doesn’t exist. Unlike her ancestors, Phoenix has no magic. At least, none she’s ever been able to use.
Which makes her an embarrassment to one side and invisible to the other.
When students at Fairhaven High start showing up bloody and dead, Phoenix knows something supernatural is trying to take over her town. Her detective skills lead straight to Malachi Kane, the school’s hot new quarterback, and his brothers— trouble wrapped in secrets, and far too interested in both Fairhaven and her.
But Malachi isn’t the only problem. Noah Phips, the boy she’s crushed on forever, comes from a family that believes magic should’ve been wiped out generations ago. And the closer Phoenix gets to the truth, the harder it becomes to stand between them.
Because the killings aren’t random. They’re a ritual. One that’s been building in Fairhaven longer than anyone realizes, and it’s almost complete.
The Black Witch.
Not a ghost story parents use to scare kids into behaving. Something older. Something that devours the magic it steals and leaves towns like Fairhaven hollow.
The nightmare both sides fear most. And the reason Malachi and his brothers came to town.
Not to start a war.
To stop her.
