Practical Hexes

Never in my thirty years did I think my new normal would be a gig as a soul collector's assistant—slave, really—where I help stockpile souls from the miserable mortals who sell them to him. The demon thinks he can control me, but I plan on doing things differently... my way. But we all know it's never that easy or that simple, especially in my life. Surprisingly, things get off to a good start. Who am I kidding? The job doesn't turn out to be what I first thought. It's worse. Way worse. And before I know it, I'm in hot water with no easy way out. If that isn't bad enough, the soul collector is hiding something from me that could make or break the deal I made with him. Something that, if found out, could change everything... It's time to yank up my big-girl panties, chug down some wine, and do things my way. If it doesn't kill me first.