Peeping Glass: A Scream in the East Wing

Sawyer Crowe kills luck for a living. The Golden Hare paid him eighty dollars a night to stand beside hot tables until they went cold. Then a stray bullet at a Vegas boxing face-off settled his own odds, and a two-foot goddess in a green frock coat dealt him back in. New world. Witch academy. Job title: janitor of the East Wing. He has zero spark, which makes him a joke in a school full of witches. He also cancels magic with a touch, which he’d very much like to keep quiet. Then a girl screams on his first day, and the whole hallway decides he’s the peeper. Aurelia Vance, the prefect with the perfect posture, asks him to prove it instead. So he does. The trick behind the wall turns out to be plain glass. Suddenly every girl at Ashwood with a problem nobody will believe knows whose door to knock on, and a few of them start choosing him for more than his deductions. There’s a stalker with a drawer full of photographs. There’s a door on the third floor, bolted from the inside, that nobody has opened in sixty years. The Craft never lies. People do.