It started the day I was followed on the street by a man in a dark cloak – cheesy sounding in the extreme, I’m aware. And actually, it all began the day before, I just didn’t realize it at the time.
I was a corporate climber, living a normal life in NYC, planning a wedding to the perfect guy. I tried to tell myself the cloaked guy wasn’t following me – after all, why would I be of interest? But after I started having crazy visions, talking to ghosts, and breaking things with my mind, I couldn’t really avoid it any longer – my life had taken a serious detour into oncoming magical traffic.
Admitting I’m a witch was probably the most major shift in consciousness of my life. Discovering I’ve lived countless lifetimes is even more mind blowing. Finding out an immortal being has hunted and killed me in most of those lives and now found me in this one? Icing on the cake.
Oh, and I forgot something really important – I’m in love with the man in my past life memories (no, not the one who kills me, good lord!). Just when I think things can’t get worse, he shows up. Which should make things better, right? Yeah, if only he remembered who I was.
So now I’ve broken up with my fiancé, fled the city, ticked off a pack of shape shifters, made out with their leader (which is so not like me), befriended a teen witch who was my sister in a past life, all while trying to figure out how to escape the inevitable murder that’s ended all of my recent existences. Why am I such a delectable target? When I figure it out I’ll let you know.