Rumor has it that midlife is for drinking wine, traveling, and discovering the joy of life. But there's no rest for the wicked. Or for a Fae-witch hybrid like myself.

Danger follows me everywhere - even to the grocery store - as the evil entity continues to stalk supernaturals in Cottlehill Wilds. But I barely have time to worry about that now that the Fae Queen is dead.

My bad. No, seriously. I let my power loose and it took over.

Leaving Grams behind to return to Eidothea and fight a war wasn't exactly in my plans. As usual, I'm totally clueless. At least I have my orthotic inserts to keep me on my feet and Sebastian and his irresistible kisses to lift my spirits when things go wrong.

And let's face it: things are going to go wrong.

Just because I can cast a spell without burning off my eyebrows now doesn't mean I can survive giant trolls, bogharts, or the insane Fae King. And since my best friends refuse to let me face this battle alone, the stress of saving the realm and the people I love most in both worlds is threatening to turn me prematurely grey.

Sometimes being the Guardian really sucks.