My name is Winter Wayne, and I'm a Bone witch--minus the magic.

I used to work in the only place in Manhattan that had use for a witch like me, until my boss kicked me out over a job gone bad (not my fault, I swear).

Pure boredom and the lack of company got to my head fast. I was so desperate, I took a delivery job from a complete stranger. It was supposed to be an easy job, clean and simple. It was anything but.

Now, there's a price on my head and my own coworkers are hunting me down. My mad fighting skills alone aren't going to be enough to keep me alive. Looks like the time has come to dig out my mother's bones and complete the ritual that will finally ignite the magic in mine--if I even make it that far.

She never wanted me to be part of the Paranormal world, but she made sure I was prepared for it anyway. I'm finally about to find out why.

**No cliffhanger.