A Demon's Guide to Wooing a Witch (Glimmer Falls #2)

by Sarah Hawley

that if cheating failed to prosper, violence was always an option.

“You’re a good person, even if you don’t always believe it, but I’m not. Say the word, and I’ll punish him in the vilest ways you can imagine.”

I can give you anything. No thanks. I take what I want.

“Why would I do that,” he asked, tightening his grip on her hair, “when you can just take what you want?”

Astaroth felt a fierce burst of pride. He might think of her as “his” witch, but that was a private, relational expression, not a claim of ownership. He was her demon as much as she was his witch.

His mother had sounded friendly on the phone, but she was famously (and proudly) insane.

“I’m not afflicted by madness.” Lilith winked. “Madness is afflicted by me.”

Lilith blew him a kiss. “Stalking is my love language.”

Lilith turned her icy blue eyes on Calladia. “Love can be expressed in any number of ways,” she said solemnly.

Being in nature made her feel small, but in a good way. Maybe that was part of being human. In the long stretch of time, she was just a blip. And when you were a blip, you didn’t have to worry about the weight of eons. You could live as loudly as you wanted in the space allotted to you.

“It’s because I’m human,” she said in a teasing tone. “Small life, big dreams, zero fucks to give.” Like a corgi in the universe’s dog park. He lifted her hand to his mouth. “Your life is many things,” he said, lips pressed to her skin, “but it’s far from small.”

“Some bastards want power but don’t know how to get it without tearing other people down. If they can’t earn respect on their own merits, they’ll create a victim with no choice in the matter.”

“I’m interested in you for who you are, exactly as you are.

“Being strong doesn’t mean winning every battle. Sometimes it means surviving to fight again.”

“Why yes, I am that Lilith,” Lilith said, ignoring Calladia’s instruction as she fluffed her hair. “Reports of my offspring are wildly overstated, but reports of my promiscuity are sadly understated.”

Love wasn’t trying to force someone to be who you thought they should be. It was loving them as they were while supporting them on their journey toward becoming their best self.

“I’ll never get enough of you,” he said against her lips. “The sun could die and the stars could fall and the earth could rip itself apart, and none of that would matter, so long as you were in my arms.”

Act like who you want to be, and you will become it.