One lonely witch. One dying dragon shifter. One common goal.
The plan was simple. Pack up Grams and go to Ireland for the Beltane festival.
For the witches in my family, our twenty-seventh year was when we found our mate.
Though I could read the future for everyone else, seeing mine had proved to be impossible. My grandmother couldn’t see it either.
Before the festival even opened, a man came and asked me to heal his employer, a dragon. I’d never met a dragon shifter before, but I’d try anything once.
From the moment we met, I knew Julian needed me. I had no idea how much, or how this one meeting would change everything.
I was dying.
That’s what happened to three hundred year old dragons who’d never found a mate.
Don’t get me wrong. I’d tried and failed twice before. Then everything started failing and I decided my only hope might be to attend the Beltane Festival in Ireland. With that many witches in one place, I was certain to find some relief. And maybe have one last chance at finding love.
Then Nora arrived and nothing would ever be the same.