Prologue 1
Dark clouds loomed overhead as Uzzi Stregovich opened the sliding glass doors so he could step out onto the terrace of his condo in Maccon city, New Jersey. He’d decided to spend the summer there, as it was one of his favorite spots on the East Coast.
His cup of coffee was full and hot, and all was right with the world. Well, mostly. He missed his wife like crazy, but she was still with him. Even now, he felt her spirit hovering near.
Uzzi greeted her n his head, then took a sip and almost spit it out. Grimacing, he looked into the mug, lifted it, and sniffed.
Richard! That busybody of a housekeeper was sneaking decaf into his cupboard again. Damn the man!
Uzzi knew he was only trying to look after his health. Still, he should know better than to do that to a Witch. He looked around, making sure no one else was about before he waved his hand over his mug, shooting blue sparks as he magicked some caffeine into the brew.
“There now. This is better,” Uzzi murmured.