Lost in Los Angeles

I don’t do attachments. Not to places. Not to people. Definitely not to witches who think they can fix things that were never meant to be fixed.

But when an old acquaintance goes missing in Los Angeles, I don’t have a choice but to get involved.

Now, I’m tangled up in a city filled with secrets, supernatural power plays, and a fellow witch who won’t stop getting under my skin.

She’s too smart. Too stubborn. Too enthralling in her own way, I guess.

Plus, she’s been hexed, her curse unraveling faster than either of us can control.

I should walk away. I should definitely not get involved. But for the first time in a long time, I’m not sure I want to be found because maybe being lost in Los Angeles is exactly where I’m supposed to be.