I've dreamed of attending Spellcasters Spy Academy for as long as I can remember. But as it turns out, it's not the academic utopia I imagined. 

This place is dangerous as hell. And I don't just mean the classes. 

They say the students in the Culling year, my year, are cursed. Someone is picking us off. Or maybe something.

Between challenging courses, my irritating crush, and the enigmatic curse, I have my hands full, but there's no way I'm giving up on my dream. 

I'm here to stay. That is, as long as I'm not the murderer's next victim.