Waking up in the body of a weak little domestic witch among the orcs wasn’t part of my plans. And the new life isn’t a second chance—it’s pure chaos: orcish appetites, a contract requiring me to work off a year in advance, a filthy kitchen, and a cauldron you’d better not look into. But I know how to turn chaos into order, how to cook a few dishes out of nothing, and how to make someone else’s kitchen into my own fortress. And love? It wasn’t in my plans either. But like me, it knows how to appear at the worst possible moments—without knocking, and with a terrible temper.