Basic rules for survival of a young witch: never touch your great-grandmother's grimoire. Never reveal yourself to mortals. And never agree to a fictitious engagement with someone who has much more powers and secrets than you yourself. Brynn has violated all three. Now the supreme witch is furious, higher powers are threatening reprisals, and the one she considered her first enemy is extending a helping hand. But should you trust a fake groom? Or did she fall into the skillfully placed nets of one who was born to command naive hearts as easily as the sea behind his back? Will she succumb like a doomed ship following the sirens' magical song? Or will he discover love, boundless, like the sea element?