Lookout, Dr. Frankenstein, because here comes Wanda Depraysie…

It’s not as though I meant to create a life.

I didn’t, but that life is still here, all the same.

And the worst part? I created it with… sigh… my detested cousin, Maverick.

Now, before you think I’m a double-timing, good-for-nothing witch, I’m not.

It was all an accident. Swear.

And the even craziest part? This little mixup isn’t even the worst thing that’s happened to me this week.

No, that award goes to the invitation I receive to my own funeral—a party sponsored by the leader of the vampires, Rupert, featuring me as the guest of honor.

Should be fun.