As I passed by the small kitchen table that had come with the place, I noticed him sitting right in the center, blinking his yellow eyes at me. Hell is just a place on earth, right? For Lucy, this couldn’t be any closer to the truth. Stuck working in another dead-end job in another unremarkable city, Lucy’s adapted to life on the run by arming herself with a smokescreen of snarky humor. Sometimes … smokescreen of snarky humor. Sometimes though, her filter-less sasses land her in hot water, especially when it comes to triggering her unruly magic. But, still haunted…
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