Shes read palms, rigged s ances, and whispered lies for coin. In 1920, Sister Hood was just another con artist in lace and lace frontsuntil her grift drew the wrath of the Scorekeeper and landed her in the cursed dimension known as Hyde Street. Now, a man named Mr. X-Ray walks through her parlor door. And hes not here for a reading. Hes here to rewrite his fate, and hers.
