Heartless Hunter (Crimson Moth, #1)

by Kristen Ciccarelli

the wet forest,

Euphemism ?

she reminded him of the sea: steal-your-breath beautiful on the surface, with the promise of untold depths beneath.

She wished she knew a spell to disappear for a week straight.

“What if we fight all the time?” “I’d rather fight with you than do most other things.” Her forehead pinched in surprise. “You would?” “Yes.” He dragged the bridge of his nose across her cheekbone, breathing in her soapy scent. “And after we’re done fighting, I’ll take you to bed, and we’ll reconcile. In fact, I think we should fight every day just so we can make up every night.”