Casting Butterflies. Witches by Fluke, #2

Don't swallow butterflies because you might become a witch. You might be wondering how I came up with that nugget of advice. Because it happened to me. It all started with an ugly amulet that I bought at an estate auction. The moment I touched it with my bare hand, wham-bam, I ended up infused with magic. Some might think this was cool. Not exactly since it also came with trouble. AKA a wicked wizard who will stop at nothing to steal my newfound power.
The one shining spot? The hot dude that breaks into my house. I know, I shouldn't be falling for a home invader, but Misha's kind of a special case. He knows about the power I absorbed, but if I want answers, I'll have to travel to Russia. A trip that's complicated by a lack of a passport and the monster hunting me. Still, it's the trip of a lifetime, and the most dangerous thing I've ever undertaken.
Add in a smart-ass talking cat, a voyage plagued with deadly attacks, and it's no wonder I boldly seduce my handsome companion. A good thing I took my pleasure when I had a chance because the end of my quest might not see me surviving. Can I find a way to salvage a happily-ever after?