From the first day we met, we were enemies with this blond troublemaker. But ten years ago my family moved out of the bright neighborhood. As a goodbye, I promised I’d brew him a potion of eternal baldness if he dared to get in my way again.
And he did! I have a month to keep him away from my person and—at the same time—not end up marrying him. Because a witch and an inquisitor can never live under the same roof.
But instead of putting a fat period at the end of our relationship, this bright face just won’t stop trying to make me fall in love with him!