You know that sickly feeling in the pit of your stomach when things have not just gone wrong, but very, very wrong?
Yeah, that feeling.
Like when you find yourself alone, facing off against an angry pontianak, a type of Asian vampire, who on top of being powerful, magical, and deadly, hates your guts.
At the time the risk seemed worth it to find out more about my magic.
Now? I wish I’d just stuck to barbering the supernatural. Given my weak magic, I’m going to have to find a way to talk myself out of this. Fast.
Grab Marked by Azurite to find out whether I make it.