If magic could get rid of, it could. Or, at least it would kill Devon Jinx.

Half warlock, half . well, it utilized to be half witch, but I’m not so sure anymore. Since I defeated a robust witch, my magic isn’t what it utilized to become. And, yet, I still hunt the band leaders from the witch slave trade.

Until a far more unsavoury storyline appears. Gerard, my handsome agent partner, works with me to unravel the secret from the warlock and witch gatherings. Evidently, they want to do a many more than party. They’re prepared to create half-breeds, like me, to keep the warlock coven safe through the witches who threaten it.

Yet, from my own experience, being a fifty percent witch, fifty percent warlock, isn’t all fun and games. If I don’t quit the rogue supernaturals, the poor beings that are blessed into the globe will encounter the same ultimatum as me: To select just one kind of magic . . . or perish.