"My life?" She groaned, only barely able to laugh at the end of her question of an answer.

Kenzi could see the bastard that pulled that curse on Nancy laughing it up in some nest somewhere. How could she possibly hope to get back at that piece of crap? He had connections - and Kenzi had none now. Thanks to Norrell and his bunch of vultures, none of Kenzi's clients wanted anything to do with her. She was fucked.