Picking up from last week in Hedge House.
“All my life all I heard her say about my grandmother was that she was crazy, and a witch, and should be locked away where she couldn’t hurt anyone.”
“Do you believe any of that?”
“No.” Her voice was barely a whisper. “It used to really hurt when she would say things like that. She said them about my father, too, that he was crazy and weird and not all there. I didn’t believe that, either. When I got older and she would start on that I’d ask why she’d married him then and that usually made her shut up. At least, it did until she got involved in some kind of crazy cult – she said it was a church – and then her answer to everything was that she had fallen victim to the workings of the devil.”
“You sound like you don’t believe that, either.”
“I don’t.” She shook her head. “Thinking about it, I’m pretty sure if anyone’s crazy in my family, it’s my mother.”
When Cara Hawthorne returns to the childhood home she had been torn away from twenty years earlier, she thinks it will be to do nothing more than settle her grandmother’s estate and return to her job as a junior lawyer at a prestigious law firm in Tulsa.
But every nook and cranny of the house and gardens unearths long-buried memories, and when the town’s mayor sets his sights on her and the property she finds herself caught up in a centuries old battle with powers she has only barely begun to understand