Karma is a Witch (Deadlights Cove, #5)

by B. Perkins

I could feel how desperately Orion needed this. Needed to be in control when every other part of his life was spinning out of it. Someday, it would be my turn to boss him around, but today I was willing to be what he needed to be.

“You’ll refer to me as sir.”

👀👀👀👀

“Don’t break me,” I whispered, hating how fragile I sounded. He kissed me softly, once, then again. “I wouldn’t dream of it.”

He was where I belonged.

“Hilarious. Now, spill it. I figured once you two had scratched the itch, buttered each other’s biscuits, did some squats in the cucumber patch, rode the bony express, that’d be it. One and done, so to speak. But this doesn’t feel like…”

“Quick, Dev, say something bitchy.” “Okay, when you drive your Mustang without Petra, you look just like any other middle-aged dude having a life crisis.” “Damn, Dev! I meant to O!”

“I thought it smelled like chum in here, but just chalked it up to how much time you’ve spent underwater lately. Didn’t realize you were fishing in the attic.”

Not an assailant, just Devanna. No, not just anything. My Devanna.

“Hey, Azula,” I called to stay his hand. He turned to see who was shouting at him, and I seized my moment.

Yes!!

Green flames

Green Flame!!!

Blaze was the only true brother I’d ever had, and the only one that mattered.

“They’re not your family. I am.”

Orion... <3

“Anyone else shocked that gazebo lasted this long?” Blaze said, a hint of laughter in his voice. “For the number of times that thing has gone up in flames at the hands of a demon, we really should have spelled it against fire decades ago.”