Magik is a dangerous thing, and no one understands that better than Crow Morrais. Or at least, he understands it now, now that it's too late. It's been three years since the insurrection, three years since his friends had been stolen away from him. Every day is a fight to push past the panic of it happening again: the feeling of blood on his fingers, red coating everything he sees, his only comfort being the stash of potions in his pantry and the promise to never let anyone get hurt again. There's still rumours going about, of Witches and Humans alike disappearing from his college campus. Officials swear they are looking into it, but more and more go missing by the day, with seemingly no rhyme or reason. Still, as much as it hurts, Crow is done playing hero, his only goal left to stay under the radar and graduadate one day to become an archeologist. That is, until his best friend goes missing without a trace. SEQUEL TO THE LAST APOTHECARY. DO NOT READ AS A STANDALONE.