Estella Morgan has accidentally on purpose turned her ex and his new girlfriend into rats. Her magic is on the fritz and she has no idea how to change them back, until her roommate, Christine comes up with a plan.
Every Witch Way
Estella Morgan has agreed to seduce Jason Calhoun, a rogue warlock, in exchange for convincing Jason of the error of his black magic ways, a witch doctor will return Estella's ex and his new girlfriend to their human forms. What Estella doesn't know is that Jason is expecting her and has a plan of his own.
Something squished underneath Estella's shoe, but she didn't pause to inspect it. Christine had shoved her out the door with a badly sketched map and cab money, but not before reminding Estella she would have to go this alone. That's okay, she thought. I did this alone, so it's only fair I fix it alone. Now that she was on her way to meet with the witch doctor, she wished she'd begged Christine to come along for moral support.
She had never been in this part of town before; close to downtown and in the midst of a trio of homeless shelters. She crept down the sticky sidewalk to an abandoned-looking apartment building. No other soul roamed the sidewalks lining the main boulevard. Estella wondered if they knew something she didn't.
Pulling the note from her pocket, she saw she had the correct address. 525 Stoker. Fifth Floor. Unfortunately. 525 Stoker was an ancient red brick building that had seen better decades. Its first floor windows were boarded closed, no signs of life in or around the building other than the sleeping person on the stoop. She pocketed the note and stepped over the sleeping form.
"Here t' see Medea du Lac?" An unknown voice called from the shadows as she stepped into the building.
Estella noticeably jumped. "Y...yes," she replied. She wondered if she could use her abilities in a pinch and cursed herself for not packing pepper spray.
"I take you t' her." A willowy child-like woman wearing a black lace dress, similar to something Stevie Nicks would have worn in her heyday, emerged from the corner of the first floor and began her ascent of the wooden staircase in the entryway. "You comin'?"
"I am," Estella said as she placed her hand onto the rickety banister. She prayed she was making the right decision and mentally recited a defense spell, just in case.