SEPTEM STELLAE UNIVERSITY
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Potestas in omni tempore
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I’ve always known I needed to attend Septem Stellae University, Seven Stars to those that don’t speak Latin. As soon as I found the tiny school, tucked away on a remote island in the Puget Sound, there has been an ache in my chest pulling me toward it.
When I’m accepted in my sophomore year, it feels like a dream. But all too soon, I realize that this school could be my personal version of a nightmare.
The four Consequences that rule the school—Ezra Carmichael, Fielder Harris, Gideon Brightwater, and Hardin Yorke—have set their sights on me, and that is in no way a good thing.
I mean, sure they’re all incredibly sexy, and I feel drawn to them, just like I felt to the university, but they don’t want me here and they’ll do anything to make me leave.
When they call open season, giving the other students free rein to wreck whatever havoc they can, I stubbornly dig my heels in and refuse to do as they wish.
Things keep happening to me, things I can’t explain. Almost as if by… Magic.
But magic isn’t real. Witches aren’t real.
Are they?
They’ve won.
After months of torture in the halls of Seven Stars University, I’ve finally capitulated. I’ve done just as the four members of The Consequences wanted and fled, leaving behind the one place where I felt like I belonged.
As I head to visit my sister in London, I decide to put it all behind me, to forget about Merritt’s claims that they are witches, that they have magic. I have to focus on moving forward and forgetting them.
It's easier said than done.
Especially when I’m attacked in a cemetery, and Hardin Yorke comes to my rescue. I thought I’d never see them again, hoped I never would. But all four of the men who made my life hell on campus show up, intent on protecting me.
They tell me it was for my own good.
They tell me I belong with them.
They tell me they’re witches.
They can’t really expect me to believe any of that can they?
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My first year at Septem Stellae is over. I should be enjoying my summer, relaxing, focusing on my Youtube channel and on getting a tan.
But when my world is suddenly turned upside down, it becomes even more imperative that I learn how to control the magic swirling in my body.
Ezra, Fielder, Gideon and Hardin think they can teach me everything I need to know. But I have my doubts. Even as guilt gnaws at me I seek out the help of Cohen Faulkner, a witch who taught himself how to cast.
When he is able to help me access my shadows, something no witch in Shadow and Veil has been able to do in a hundred years, tempers flare and infighting abounds.
With a million other things to worry about--a murderous coven, witch hunters and my own burgeoning magic, not to mention a possessive umbra demon--I don’t have time to be delicate with their egos.
The mystery of who I am, my ancestry, drives me to leave them, to seek answers on my own from the one person who has them.
My father.
