“We live in a magical gathering place for the paranormal, where we not only welcome tourists but try to convince them that we are all putting on some sort of town-wide skit every year. You’re a snarky demon who holds more secrets than the mayor. I’m a witch who uses real magic to heal people. We’re now investigating a second soul snatching. But Citrine being the name of the crystal shop owner is where you draw the line?” Ramona pursed her lips. “Point made.” Her glowing silver eyes studied me.
