Davel Terill is the kind of human Mythrindle Academy never expected—and exactly the kind they needed. No magic? No problem. He dives headfirst into the impossible: racing werewolves, brewing potions (badly), and declaring prank wars on sirens. Tonight, he’s bringing chaos to the human world in the most unholy costume possible—a nun’s habit, eyeliner smudged like sin, and a candy cross around his neck. Blessed be the mess.