BLURB

Rule one: Don’t see the demon.

I expected my relatives to be like me when I arrived at my uncle’s house— outcast sorcerers who don’t exercise witchcraft. I was correct about the witchcraft, but all the rest was incorrect.

Rule two: Don’t hear the devil.

My father has chosen a much more deadly energy. He calls dark beings into our globe, connects them into agreements of duty, and offers them to the largest bidder. And I should act like I don’t know how unlawful and dangerous it is. Rule 3: Don’t speak to the demon.

All I had to do was maintain out of it my nose. Pretend I haven’t found the ring of summons in the cellar. Pretend that I did not know that the shadowy inside was caught. Pretend that I have not broken the laws.

But I tried it, and it’s too late now.