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 client—a kleptomaniac werewolf—disappears, I'm on the hunt to drag him to justice. It should be a simple track 'em and cuff 'em operation, something I've done a hundred times before.

Instead, I somehow acquire an unwanted vampire sidekick, wake up 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 an 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.