Calla's life feels like one long to-do list-clean the apartment, iron Curtis's shirts, smile like she means it. Her dreams of becoming something more than a quiet girlfriend in a small apartment died somewhere between the bleach fumes and the forced Sunday prayers.

But buried beneath the floorboards is her grandmother's secret legacy-a Book of Shadows that pulses with magic Calla barely understands. She's a witch. A baby one. Alone, untrained, and hiding from a boyfriend who would call her demonic for lighting a single candle.

She doesn't know she's being watched.

Azramoch, a demon forged in the Fifth Circle of Hell, was sent to observe and wait. A prophecy foretells a witch abandoned by the world who can harness the rage of Hell itself. She just doesn't know she's it yet.

One spell-placed right where she'd look-will change everything.

Wrath. Witchcraft. And a very moody demon with glowing eyes and a cat form he's not thrilled about. What could possibly go wrong?