Sofie was curled up in the middle cushion of my couch, looking for all the world as if she slept there every day. She did not. The witch-turned-cat lived with Trixie. “Where’s Trixie?” I demanded, slamming the door shut behind me. The cat blinked wi...
It was the only thought that I could squeeze through my brain past the hammering of my pulse against my temples. Let me die. Let me die. Let me die. It was four in the afternoon and all the lights in the tattoo parlor were still off. I should have opened the shop already, ...