Centuries after Jade Quinn's husband, sister, and coven were killed in the Salem Witch Trials, she attempts to move on with her life by owning and working at a bar frequented by supernatural. Though she's adamant about staying alone for the rest of her eternal life, a random run in with a sexy, mysterious man may ruin her carefully crafted plans. Unless someone else ruins them first.

Prologue

September 22nd, 1692

Salem, Massachusetts

If there's one smell I'll never be able to forget, it's the smell of a burning corpse.

I knew something was wrong even before I returned home. I'm not well—acquainted with psychic practices by any means, but there are certain moments in time where my insides twist and solidify.

Those moment, rare as they are, mean something horrible is coming, just as sure as the sun will rise.

When I first get that heavy, dead feeling in the pit of my stomach, I try to ignore it. For all I know, Lizzie's stew was the reason behind the slight ache. As much as I love my sister, and despite her brilliance in making other concoctions, cooking food is not her forte.

I continue picking bergamot flowers by a creek some ways away from our house. It's not a particularly close walk, but this creek is home to the most beautiful patch of the wildflowers I've come across in the last few decades. With Tobias and my anniversary today, I sought to pick a bundle of th