The Wolf and the Witch (Witch Walker, #3)

by Charissa Weaks

“I want to be the woman who wields a god against Thamaos. I want to be the woman who wields you.”

Fuck me. She doesn’t know it yet, but I fear she already is that woman.

“This is yours,” he says. “It’s part of the deal. This remnant links us. So when we’re apart, all you must do is touch this piece of my heart, call out to me, and I will come.”

“I don’t fear anything,” I say, loudly enough that she can hear me over the storm. “But you’re beginning to make me wonder if I should.”

“I’m not a fragile flower, wolf. I don’t need your protection. I don’t need anyone’s protection. I can take care of myself.” She points the tip of her new sword at my face. “You admitted as much. And then you left me anyway. So maybe you need to figure out why you suddenly don’t believe that anymore. Why

suddenly, you think I need a hero. I’m my own fucking hero. Don’t forget it.”

You did it because gods believe barbarity is its own form of seduction, and you wanted Nephele. Still do.”

Frowning, I shake my head. “A rose reminded her of a beast? But why?” Mother touches my chin and tilts my face to look at her. “Because my little morning star. Sometimes, even the most beautiful things grow teeth.”