The Third Skin // Murder is a Witch — John Bingham

It was as easy for her as falling into bed. A few passionate kisses, a moment when her body clung to his, a promise of more to come -- and he was hers, for anything she wanted.

What she wanted was money, and she knew where he could get it. She wanted a great many things, and few of them were nice -- or legal.

When he tried to steal for her, and stumbled into murder, she discarded him like a broken toy. There were other men, and other crimes, and she would stay alluring for a long, long time.