Night Witch (Book 1) ✔️

Night Witch (Book 1) ✔️

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Cassie Sullivan is a witch in a world where the middle realm is broken into five districts - that of the witches (Mystica), the fae (Fairy), the elves (Ishon Talore), the shifters (Uvrush), and the halfbreeds, those who don't fit anywhere else (Downwind). Working as a cop during the day and a PI at night to pay the bills, she takes on jobs no one else can do - jobs that involve traveling to the lower demon realms. But her life is disrupted when Kit, the kid sister she has sole custody of, starts getting into fights at school. Usually a good kid, Cassie can't believe Kit would have provoked the fights. But when the reason comes out, their life will have to change. Calling in favors she never thought to use, Cassie emerges from the Downwind sister in tow, for the first time in years. With a new job, house, school, a missing person case dealing with the most prestigious families in the land, and their origin in the Downwind to contend with, these two sisters have an uphill battle before them. Especially when people from Cassie's past run into her at her new job and all her secrets threaten to unravel. Will she step up to meet the task fate sets before her, or run from it once more?
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"What the hell?" I took a step closer to the mirror, staring at my reflection in disbelief. The person looking back was still me, but at the same time it wasn't. I had the same thick, dark, curly hair. The same hazel eyes. The same olive skin with a light dusting of freckles (ugh) scattered across the bridge of my nose. But my curls were now streaked with highlights. And not the subtle, golden-brown ones that sometimes appeared during the summer. No, these were an aggressive, dazzling blond that went from the roots of my hair all the way to the tips. It looked like I had spent a full day getting my hair done in some upscale salon. Never mind that I had never set foot in such a place since the day I was born. My eyes appeared somehow wider and more luminous. The colour brighter, my eyelashes darker up against them. And, when I looked closely, my pupils seemed to be slitted almost like a cat. I looked down at my body. My skinny arms-which had always refused to gain any definition no matter how hard I exercised-were lined with flat, wiry muscles. My bony shoulders were now curved and smooth. My scrawny legs were toned like a dancer. I reached down and lifted my shirt, revealing two subtle lines running vertically down my perfectly flat stomach, hinting at the rock-hard abs underneath. My whole body was rippling with strength. Like liquid steel.

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