My name is Alexis, though everyone phone calls me Lexie. I’m a Necromancer. We’re rare enough that I’ve under no circumstances met another in my life, until Claire came home to tell me she discovered one. In New Orleans.

Now I am headed south with my close friends, staying in close quarters with five guys, four men whom I have kissed, person who has been ignoring me for the last couple weeks, one who continues sneaking kisses, person who doesn’t also remember it and another . Well, I don’t know what he wants. Thank God for Mls. He’s my one secure place in this disaster I’ve created.

Naturally, that’s not my only problem. Items aren’t great in New Orleans. Associates from the Witch’s Council are around, the useless are everywhere, and the secrets are piling up. The whole circumstance is a powder keg just looking forward to a match. But why am I holding the matches?