Regrets are optional. Danger is mandatory.

Vexx is a cursed necromancer with an undead raven full of opinions, a contract that sounded simple at the time, and a past better left unspoken.

What should’ve been a simple graveyard job spirals into magical mishaps, romantic complications, and exactly the kind of trouble Vexx swore he was done with.

Cleaning up the mess would be easier if he hadn’t already gotten too close to the fire.

Nobody warned him. That wouldn’t have helped.

Short enough to devour in one sitting. Sharp enough to leave a scar.