Human, private detective Anna Caill isn’t keen on the prohibition of magic enacted by the 18th Amendment, but she won’t deny it’s good for business. The coppers couldn’t care less about the witches’ problems, giving her any number of clients to choose from.
When mysterious witch Jesse Hunt saunters into her office, he and his case will test her limits. While a killer stalks the magical underworld, Anna is hired to find Jesse’s friend, the high priest of an ancient coven.
As her case unravels, Anna is forced to confront her addiction to a dark spell in this urban fantasy noir.
I looked down at our hands and stroked his with my thumb. “You’ve been through a lot,” I sympathized.
“You have, too. Haven’t you?”
I met his eyes.
“You don’t have to tell me. Sometimes not saying it aloud is the only way to deal with it.”
He leaned in until our heads were close together. “You don’t have to pretend with me. I know how exhausting it is to pretend all the time. You can wallow or writhe in the pain. It’s all part of who you are, and it has its own dark beauty.”
My heart pounded as his voice echoed in the depths of my soul. He inched closer until I felt his breath on my face.
“Will you show it to me?” he whispered. “I bet your soul hasn’t been laid bare for a long time.”
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