Cherry built her fortune-telling business on three things: empathy, observation, and an impressive commitment to caffeine.
Magic has nothing to do with it.
So when the Vanmarche heir hires her to solve a murder threatening his family’s reputation, Cherry assumes she’ll get exposed as a fraud within minutes. Instead, she steps into a supernatural city full of shifters and secrets… and starts noticing everything people don’t want noticed.
Which would be easier if the heir wasn’t hovering like a broody bodyguard in a suit, looking at her like she’s both a disaster and a discovery. He insists he only wants answers. Cherry insists she’s only doing this for money.
Both of them are lying.
Between suspect interviews, late-night stakeouts, and one too-many moments where his hand lands on her waist like it belongs there, Cherry begins to realize she doesn’t need supernatural powers to predict what’s coming.
