Five years ago, he stole my memories and my magic. Now he’s back to kill me. No past meant no baggage. I had no idea where I’d come from, and no dreams for where I might go, but life was simple, uncomplicated. Then the old lady found me and told me about my past. And my magic. Sounds crazy, right? I thought so, too. Turns out I had a lot more baggage than I ever dreamed of. |