Destined for craziness

Magic runs in my family. I even married a guy who unknowingly had latent magic. But in the Chesswick family of witches, the magic gene skipped a generation. Namely, mine. So, I can only watch from afar as my daughter learns the ancient craft.

Until a magic tutor I hired ends up dead, and my daughter is falsely accused of his murder.

Now, it’s time for me to get involved. I might not have magic, but I have telepathy and a mind-blowing ability of psychometry. I can read the thoughts and memories of the real killer, and, boy, they take me down a twisted path.

On the way, I discover other abilities I haven’t harnessed yet. Maybe they have something to do with what a faerie who showed up at my inn said:

That I have a destiny of greatness and will either be an ally or enemy of the Fae.

Whatever. I have a daughter to protect, an inn to run, and a clogged toilet in haunted room 303 to fix. Priorities, folks.