I killed the first god I met. I killed the first god I met. It was self-defense. The kills that followed were not, but they were necessary. Preemptive. It was them or me. Until he showed up; eyes full of lightning, a jawline that could cut glass, and the body of a Norse god… which is exactly what he is. One of them. He represents everything that I’m against. Everything that I fear. I should kill him, but I have the strangest feeling that I should trust him. As a witch, I always listen to my gut but as a woman, I know that this time those feelings might be coming from somewhere a little lower.
My name’s Devon Jinx, and, yes, I’m half warlock, half witch. But I couldn’t care less about which kind of magic is better. All I want to do is keep my head down and get on with my new job as an investigator at the Hunted Witch Agency. A recent, shall we say, mistake, has put me in place to inherit the leadership of the warlocks. Which means only one thing. I have a choice to make: Leave behind my life of witchery to become a warlock, or lose my warlock magic forever.