Two Witches and a Whiskey (The Guild Codex: Spellbound #3)

Three months ago, I landed a job as a bartender. But not at a bar—at a guild. Yeah, the magic kind.

Im not a badass mage like my three smokin hot best friends. Im not a sorcerer or an alchemist, or even a wussy witch. Im just a human, slinging drinks like a pro and keeping my non-magical nose out of mythic business. 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 battling for their lives. Somewhere near my feet is the rogue...

Three months ago, I landed a job as a bartender. But not at a bar—at a guild. Yeah, the magic kind.

Im not a badass mage like my three smokin hot best friends. Im not a sorcerer or an alchemist, or even a wussy witch. Im just a human, slinging drinks like a pro and keeping my non-magical nose out of mythic business. 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 battling 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.

Im pretty sure this wasnt in the job description.