Witch’s corpse. Witch’s ticket. Witch’s party. As a counter-boy at a high-end men’s boutique, Charlie Jessup’s life consists of little more than work and sleep. That, and enough flirting to help guarantee his commission on sales will pay his rent. So when a twist of fate, and some behavior unbecoming that of a Ganymede employee, leaves him in possession of a dead man’s pass to a mysterious Club 669, Charlie has no desire to waste it. Every seventeen years, the House of Witches throws a party like no other. It’s invitation-only, and for centuries it has helped ensure peace between the covens. It’s the last place Caspian wants to be, but with the death of Queen Avel, and his own imminent rise to the throne, it’s more important than ever that he attends. The stability of the House depends on it. In four days a new king will be crowned, but when Charlie unintentionally crashes a gathering of the most secretive of all the Great Houses, he sets in motion a series of events that could disrupt the transition of power, and threaten the future of the House of Witches forever.

Club 669

“Idon’t trust him.”We’d pulled into an empty gas station and leaned against the car, watching Sebastian as he used a dilapidated old phone booth. It was the only one we’d been able to locate that still had a receiver. “He’s too good-looking, for one thing.”


He wasn’t any better looking than Adam, but I didn’t say that.


I looked over and Adam was staring daggers at him.


“I don’t have much choice.” With the restaurant closed, he was the only witch I’d had any idea of how to find.


The loud screech of metal on metal drew my attention back to the booth where Sebastian fought to push open the door.


“It’s getting late,” I called, and he rolled his eyes. “You ready?”


“Yeah, I have us a portal. There’s one being opened in the Shrine north of us. We just need to get there, find it, and go through.”


Chapter 25