19-year-old Willow Braselton knows there’s an impossibly beautiful fae boy calling to her from her dreams. But in the well-heeled circles of Atlanta high society, believing in faeries is a childish indulgence. Even Willow's small rebellion of wearing a bell-studded bohemian skirt to her parents’ elegant party feels pathetic.

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But one of the guests—a renowned folklorist—takes pity on Willow and throws her a scrap of long-buried family history. Willow’s great-grandmother, Wrenna Carter, was said to have fae blood. People whispered of her potions, her affinity for black arts, her hunger for human sacrifice...

Desperate to prove she’s more than a spoiled socialite, Willow follows the threads of Wrenna’s story to a backwoods Appalachian town, where the rumors grow darker. A woman who vanished. An abandoned child. A dangerous relic called The Queen’s Box, acquired by a Moroccan collector of oddities.

Sure that this fabled Box will lead her to the fae boy she's in love with, Willow travels to Marrakesh, where she encounters witty and dashing Zahir. Zahir questions Willow's obsession even as he helps her chase it, and together they find the Box and unleash its volatile secrets.

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But Willow's fae lover demands devotion - as does the Box. For once you’ve opened it, it will never let you go.