Bone Witch

I would never have thought that the bones would choose me in a million years. The power, the magic was supposed to pass to someone else in the family. I was counting on that. But now Grandma Ruby is gone, and here are the bones lying on my kitchen table. I thought that resentful relatives would be my biggest problem. But I barely had time to find a familiar when trouble knocked on the door. One of those with blazing green eyes and a smile capable of driving any woman crazy. His name is Rogan Kendrick, and he is convinced that someone is tracking and eliminating people like me. According to him, I'm next. This is a world I never wanted to be a part of, but magic takes no prisoners... At least, in this regard, we have a lot in common. I don't know what my ancestors were thinking when they chose me, but I intend to give them a chance. My name is Lennox Osseus, but you can call me the Bone Witch.