Just yesterday I thought the biggest trouble in my life had already happened. I caught my fiancé in bed with my best friend! But I wasn’t going to waste time and energy on revenge and empty explanations.
Instead, I moved into the cottage I’d inherited from a late aunt. A quiet, calm provincial town, friendly neighbors…
By the way, about the neighbors. Who would have thought that right next to me lives a famous inquisitor—an infamous hunter of witch runaways? And, for your information, I’m also a witch. Only I’ve never broken the law. Until—until the very next day after I arrived, when I had to rush to flee both my neighbor and the representatives of the witch oversight… And all the kingdom’s newspapers came out with my photo on the front page and a concise call: “Catch the witch!”
But everything in order.