No name. No past. One giant future.
The only thing worse than suddenly waking up in a magical house with the insanely gorgeous Four Horsemen of the Apocalypse? Being the Fifth.
With no memory of who I am, where I came from, or what I’m doing here, I’m suddenly thrust into saving a world I barely remember from a threat no one knows about yet. Talk about a shit start to my new life.
The only clue as to who I am? Four different species' magic resides within me—Vampire, Fae, Shifter, and Witch—and between them, I might be the most powerful creature on the planet. Whelp, there goes my plan to spend the rest of existence avoiding the f**k out of everybody and everything. Looks like I might just have to save the world after all.