Elaine spends most of her time in her father's room, listening to the hum of the heater and the rasp of her father's breathing. When she's not there she's looking for jobs, searching desperately for someone who would let her work the flexible hours she needs to take care of her sickly dad. On her way home, exhausted after another botched job interview, she stops at the Misty Misto. A coffee shop that she's never seen before, open only at night. What could go wrong? Cleo detests his aunt and everything she forces upon him. He is a warlock, hundreds of years old, but he still gets stuck in the middle of petty politicking. When your aunt is the president of Aestra, the capital of magical beings, it happens. He prefers to stay in Lichee, high with the mermaids and the sprites, or at work, baking pastries and brewing coffee. But when his cousin's life is put at risk, Cleo is thrown back into the middle of something he thought he had left behind two-hundred-seventy years ago.