I was burned at the stake at fourteen.
Drowned in a lake at twenty-four.
Stoned in a public square at twenty-seven.
I've died a hundred times in a hundred different ways—usually at the hands of the humans I tried to save. These days, I keep my head down, slinging ink and pretending I'm retired from saving idiots.
But when a demon comes calling, nowhere is safe. Being a centuries-old witch won't help me this time.
This might be the death that finally sticks.
