Siggy Shade

He would be tall, of course. I’m five-eleven and love to wear heels, but I tower over most men. And my voluminous, brown curls often add an extra three to six inches to my height.

Alienor took advantage of my weakness for her underwear to set a trap. Now, I’m stuck here and once again, completely at the mercy of my wicked wife.

“But what about Henry Coat Mantle?”

“Curtmantle,” she replies, the syllables clipped with annoyance. “I’m surprised you’ve forgotten the history of our coven.”