My life is on the line. And my magic. Witches hate me for my name. They hate me more because they think I murdered my friend Justin Holt. But I was framed. And if I don't clear my name, the coven can strip my powers. Or worse: kill me. From the moment I enter the courtroom, I know the coven want me gone. Permanently. I'm viewed in the same deceitful, dangerous light as my murdering ancestors. A fair trial seems impossible, and allies are short on the ground. Until two witches with links to the coven approach me. My visions could help them, and sway my sentence. Or they could use my trust to condemn me.