Fire witches are two parts sweet and one part sour, the perfect Daiquiri—classic, delicious, and deceptively potent.

My teeth ache, my gums hurt, and my cat is tearing me apart, wanting you in every way imaginable. Your body. Your magic. Your fire spirit. Your blood.

Trust her heart, Assefa, and believe in yourself. No matter the challenge, no matter the foe, be brave, be wise, be the undefeated Mngwa of lore.

I really want to call you to me in a thunderbolt so I can smack you. We’re not even married yet and I want to strangle you with my bare hands. That doesn’t bode well for your life expectancy, Assefa, or my chance of staying out of prison on a homicide charge

You and that amazing body of yours will be the cause of some too-appreciative witch’s death. Maybe two witches.” Or a dozen, her fire spirit hissed.

Do you feel it? The connection between us? The pull? The power of our link?