New Release
Three months ago, I landed a job as a bartender. But
not at a bar--at a guild. Yeah, the magic kind.
I'm not a badass mage like my three smokin' hot best
friends. I'm not a sorcerer or an alchemist, or even a
wussy witch. I'm just a human, slinging drinks like a pro
and keeping my non-magical nose out of mythic busi-
ness. Seriously, I know my limits.
So why am I currently standing in a black-magic ritual
circle across from a fae lord?
Somewhere behind me, my three mage friends are bat-
tling for their lives. Somewhere near my feet is the rogue
witch I just knocked out with a stolen spell. And I have
about five seconds to convince this very angry sea god
not to shmoosh me like a bug.
I'm pretty sure this wasn't in the job description.
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