Prologue

WYNTER

"This can not be happening again!" I scream into the empty bar, throwing my cell phone at the wall not caring that it's now in pieces and I'll have to clean up the mess. Moving along the hall, I walk into my office and close the door.

My closet calls to me once again. Sliding the accordion style doors open, I grab my cards, crystal ball and candles, setting them up on my desk and lighting them. "He thinks he can blow me off! Well let's just see what he's up to this evening," I growl, laying my hands over the ball and closing my eyes, feeling my powers rush through my hands and tingle the tips of my fingers.

Images flash behind my eyelids and I smirk as my canceled date, Magnus Michael comes into focus. He's sitting back against his black leather sofa with some tramp grinding on his lap.

"Well, doesn't this look cozy," I hiss, then mumble a spell under my breath and watch as the woman's clothes become fused to her body, so Magnus can't remove them. Yes, it is a childish prank, but funny nonetheless. I also give him a twenty-four hour erectile dysfunction curse and call it a day.

You think I would be used to this by now. Every time I find someone that I click with, they blow me off or disappoint me. Opening my eyes with a sigh, I blow out the lit candles and put everything back into my closet.

Glancing down at the sexy blue dress I'm wearing, I groan. I even fucking waxed for that asshole. My stomach grumbles as I grab my purse and keys. Just because I'm no longer going out with Magnus doesn't mean this outfit needs to go to waste.

I'll just pop over to my favorite club, grab some food and maybe a fuck. But honestly this shit is getting tiring. Same old routine night after night. Some meaningless hook-up but never a commitment.

Maybe the curse that my great-great grandmother joked about is actually real. Us Nefari women are just not made to love.