Pirate Witch (The Deadwood, #3)

by Marie Mistry

Soon Fate’s fine cloth was no more. In its place was a vast web of twists and turns. No less beautiful, yet infinitely more complex.

Even though she could no longer see, Fate could feel every thread of the web like it was a part of her own soul.

“Oh, fancy seeing you here.” Cas grins. “First time in the time-out zone?” “Ropes are kind of Val’s thing,” Nos grumbles.

How can you believe that a system is corrupt if you’re raised to live on the benefits that same corruption reaps?”

“It’s just bottling up emotions requires far less strength than actually facing up to and owning them.”

There was a haunted doll that had been possessed by the spirit of a confused old woman that kept insulting her family every time they tried to move it. How was I supposed to refuse that?”

“Revenge is best served cold,” I remind her jokingly. Unfortunately, the cat doesn’t understand that I’m kidding. “Of course, you’re right. Weeks of trying to get the scent of cat piss out of his sails will put him in his place.”