I have worked hard for the peace I've built in Fort Chance: my quiet life with my two snakes, my slow-but-steady business of helping the dead as well as the living move on, no romantic relationships to complicate things… It's close to perfect.
This peace is fragile, however. I hide who I am every day, and if I say or do the wrong thing at the wrong time, I could lose everything.
I'm a witch—not just any, but a breach witch. My ancestors came from another world, and we've been working hard to hide that fact. We witches are largely self-governed, and other supernaturals certainly have no respect for us. To blend in, I've been using the guise of a Voodoo practitioner for years…
But the weight of feeling like an impostor every day is not one I'd carry if I had a choice.
When a wraith, a walking nightmare from across the breach, shows up right here in Fort Chance, I may well be the only one who can deal with it…
Because wraiths suck the souls out of their victims, and its stalking abilities are the one thing even I can't hide from. Even the dead I have sworn to protect have become unresponsive husks in its wake.
Worse, Nova—the most annoying woman I've ever met—seems determined to help for some reason. Worse again, it seems vampires are involved somehow.
All I know is this:
I neither need nor want anyone's help, certainly not theirs. I prefer to wager my own life to keep Fort Chance safe. At least that way, I'm in control.
Can I truly save my home on my own, however…
or are we both doomed to lose our souls to the wraith?
