Wolf, Willow, Witch (The Gideon Testaments, #2)

by Freydís Moon

Many people had decided on Tehlor Nilsen. Crafted a personality for her, assumed her past, predicted her future. But Lincoln Stone was the first person with enough audacity to trick her.

She’d always been the upheaval—someone’s dreaded Tower card—and this dynamic was entirely new. What a fucked-up thing, realizing she enjoyed the prospect of being overwhelmed. Destroyed, even.

Lincoln’s gaze snapped to her. He smiled, nodding along to something someone said. His sly eyes hooked around her ribs. Pulled. Cinched everything a little tighter. She wanted to extinguish the fire he lit. Wanted to walk into the ocean and let the waves pummel her, then crawl back onto shore renewed and restored, unchanged and unbothered. But the spark he’d carried back from Hell continued to grow, and Tehlor Nilsen burned.