Because I sure as hell didn’t until the day I lost my temper and fire shot out of my hands.
Literally.
At first, I thought I was a walking-talking stereotype. Fiery redhead, you get it? But tell that to the smoke billowing around me as a second shadow, and the flames that nearly burnt the creep following me around to a crisp.
Turns out that he’s a witch hunter, and he was sensing something about me that I had no clue about. His goal was to, well, hunt me—but if it’s a shock to learn that witches exist,...
Did you know magic was real?
Because I sure as hell didn’t until the day I lost my temper and fire shot out of my hands.
Literally.
At first, I thought I was a walking-talking stereotype. Fiery redhead, you get it? But tell that to the smoke billowing around me as a second shadow, and the flames that nearly burnt the creep following me around to a crisp.
Turns out that he’s a witch hunter, and he was sensing something about me that I had no clue about. His goal was to, well, hunt me—but if it’s a shock to learn that witches exist, that’s nothing compared to finding out my best friend is a vampire.
With Elise’s help, the two of us are shipped off to Dyea, Alaska, a former ghost town that is full of every type of supernatural creature you can think of. It’s hidden and quiet, and most of all, a retreat for supes who need to hide out a little. Plus, it has something I need, and Ill do anything to get it.
Knowing that witch hunters are now searching for a rare fire witch, I resolve to keep my temper calm. In Dyea, I’m only here because Elise is. I’m her human blood donor, officially, and completely disregarded by the rest of the villagers… except for one.
Conall is gorgeous, but something about him has my palms heating up. Used to living in the Alaskan wild, he’s gruff and grumpy, and I’m convinced he’s a witch-hunter in disguise.
