β Scribed by Michelle Fox
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
I'm the worst. Seriously. Ask anyone and they'll tell you, "Sylvie Orion is the world's worst witch." But being a supernatural bounty hunter requires more smarts than magic. So put that on your wand and suck it, beyotches.
When my latest clientβa kleptomaniac werewolfβdisappears, I'm on the hunt to drag him to justice. It should be a simple track βem and cuff βem operation, but this is me we're talking about.
Next thing I know, I have a vampire sidekick, am left for dead in a ditch, and piss off half of Shifter Nation. It's not fun, but it's all survivable right up until I'm accused of being in cahoots with my skip trace to steal Witchdom's most wanted magical relic.
Everyone thinks I have it. And the bad guys are on me like a bad acne hex. If they get this relic? Hell will look like paradise.
Forget the werewolf, I've got to find that relic and clear my name, or die trying.
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