What the River Knows (Secrets of the Nile #1)

by Isabel Ibañez

Magic had a mind of its own, and no one knew why it leapfrogged, or clung to one object or person, but not the other.

Mamá called it stubbornness, my tutors thought it a flaw. But I named it what it was: persistence.

He was the kind of person who could charm someone while robbing them blind.

Like them, I like to discover the truth. Hidden things have always fascinated me. And you, Mr. Hayes, have a secret. It’s long since been buried, but I know it’s there. And one day, I will uncover it. Mark my words.”

“Did you know you ask a question when you wish to avoid a subject?” “Do I?” “Yes. It’s unspeakably annoying.”

“So, you kiss every person you meet.”

“I’d advise caution against addressing a lady so familiarly. Some unfortunate girl might read into your words.”

Why couldn’t he act the scoundrel all the time? A brawny rogue who only cared about himself. It’d be so much easier to forgive.

“Inez,” he whispered, his voice hoarse, “it goes both ways.”

Attraction was nowhere near love.

eyes lost focus, as if she had wandered into a dream. “Would there be anything better than seeing one of my stories, bound up in leather, and sitting on a shelf in a bookshop?”

“Do you kiss all of your friends like this?” I asked, breathless.