Want to know how to defend yourself from evil?
Never let it get under your skin.

For fifteen years, I’ve served as the sidekick to one of Chicago’s most sought-after exorcists, banishing demons and surviving night terrors so vicious I couldn’t confide in anyone but my own four walls. Then my mentor abandons me when I need him most, leaving me with a case I can’t solve and a growing fear that I’m not quite the righteous exorcist-in-training I thought I was.

Wellness Consultant by trade. Exorcist by accident.
Completely out of my depth by Tuesday.

The problem with surviving the impossible? Everyone expects you to do it again. After barely living through my first solo case—and discovering the demon who possessed me is now my dangerously hot "ally"—all I wanted was a simple job. Not a $50,000 assignment exorcising Chicago's most powerful tech CEO.

Some victories come with a price. Some prices demand blood.

I thought saving Chicago from demonic AI would be the hard part of my month. I was wrong.