The Skeleton Under the Stairs

There was a poltergeist on the stairs.

And she wasn't the only one.

The house was full of restless spirits—all of them killed by the Antiquus Ordo Arcanum, a secret society that didn't seem to care much for the welfare of either the living or the dead. And Mason and I—along with Hart and Sylvia—are right in the middle of it. Again.

If that weren't enough, Mason's nephew, Jackson, is starting to have nightmares, and when you're from a family of witches, that can only mean one thing—your power is growing, and you've also just become a threat to your own family. In our case, that means Jackson has to come live with us so that Mason can help him learn to control his power, which means that my home life is just about as chaotic—and dangerous—as my work life. Let me tell you, I'm getting pretty sick of hospitals and bandages and sleepless nights.

Oh, and I think I might be a warlock.

Things are going from chaos to worse, and somehow we still have to plan a wedding. And we haven't so much as picked out the cake.

Contains mature themes.