Runaway

Like so many people before me I just wanted a quiet life. Instead I got three lifebonds and a trio of scam artists leaving bodies in their wake. Happy Monday to me.

I'd settled into a nice little routine since I'd fled from my mother and her plans to turn me into a monster. Bounty hunting was a natural job choice, and I enjoyed it most days.

And then I gained not one but three lifebonds. Of course they don't much like each other, or the idea of sharing. So that's fun. And on top of that we have to work together to track down a trio of scam artists who're stripping women of their magic and memories. The women are left as walking corpses, blank slates in a state between life and death.

Of course the con artists are only the first step in a far more sinister plot. The closer we get to putting them down, the higher the risk of the truth of my heritage coming out into the light. That would destroy everything I've worked so hard to build. My lifebonds and I are going to have to put our differences aside if we want to come out of this alive. In other words we're so screwed.