She swore she wouldn't kill Heather.
To be fair, she says a lot of things.
Senior year should be easier now that Salem Whitlock isn't lying about a murder, or dragging around a sarcastic ghost-boyfriend. Wyatt's alive again (long story), Lachlan's still very much a wolf (and in her bed), and for the first time, Salem almost feels…normal.
Except nothing is normal.
Heather—her arch-nemesis, ex-future-victim, and walking rhinestone rash—is back with vengeance in lip gloss form. She's ruining lives, spreading rumors, and threatening Wyatt's future. And even though Salem promised not to kill her, well… promises are more like suggestions when you're a magically homicidal teenage witch with an actual hit list.
Meanwhile, prom is looming, someone's shooting at students, and Salem may or may not have murdered Wyatt's father. With his permission. Which, depending on how you look at it, might make her girlfriend of the year—or a ticking curse bomb in eyeliner.
All Salem wanted was a little peace, a lot of kissing, and maybe some light revenge.
But senior year isn't for the sane.
And if Salem's going to survive it without killing anyone…
She'll have to be very, very good.
Or just good at being dead wrong.
To be fair, she says a lot of things.
Senior year should be easier now that Salem Whitlock isn't lying about a murder, or dragging around a sarcastic ghost-boyfriend. Wyatt's alive again (long story), Lachlan's still very much a wolf (and in her bed), and for the first time, Salem almost feels…normal.
Except nothing is normal.
Heather—her arch-nemesis, ex-future-victim, and walking rhinestone rash—is back with vengeance in lip gloss form. She's ruining lives, spreading rumors, and threatening Wyatt's future. And even though Salem promised not to kill her, well… promises are more like suggestions when you're a magically homicidal teenage witch with an actual hit list.
Meanwhile, prom is looming, someone's shooting at students, and Salem may or may not have murdered Wyatt's father. With his permission. Which, depending on how you look at it, might make her girlfriend of the year—or a ticking curse bomb in eyeliner.
All Salem wanted was a little peace, a lot of kissing, and maybe some light revenge.
But senior year isn't for the sane.
And if Salem's going to survive it without killing anyone…
She'll have to be very, very good.
Or just good at being dead wrong.
Used availability for Ari Roper's Dead Wrong