Magic gone, spells dissolved, and her ghostly BFFs going AWOL… What’s a witch to do? I’m Sophie Rowling. People used to call me a violin prodigy, the virtuoso of the century, but those days are gone. I can’t remember how to play the violin and how to percept my ghostly and fairy friends. Then life shoves me in Dante’s arms. He’s hot, dangerous, and addictive. Is he the perfect remedy for me, or.? |