Sigils and Sushi by Nia Quinn
I’m Immy. I suck at being a witch, but make up for it with style. If you don’t believe me, ask my demon roommates. I check in rental cars for supernatural customers leaving town, so I score whatever they ditch before they get on a plane home–and lemme tell you, they leave some weird stuff behind. Weird enough that sometimes it’s a toss-up if it’ll help pay the bills, or cause the next best thing to an apocalypse. I really don’t want to start an apocalypse, but I gotta eat. What’s a girl to do?
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