How to Fake It with a Fae (Seven Suitors for Seven Witches #1)

by Amy Boyles

“I do-ish. But you have to understand my predicament.”

Absolutely wild statement my guy

I feel a power that I can’t grab ahold of in my normal life. It’s the closest feeling I have to wielding real magic.

“I fell off my skillet.” Yes, we Southern witches ride cast-iron skillets instead of brooms.

Actually hilarious thing to be serious bit of lore

In my opinion, those who dislike puppies and kittens as well as nonreaders are without souls.

“I didn’t catch your name.” “That’s because I didn’t throw it at you,” I retort.

Well, the one upside is that I’m not a virgin, so he can’t drink my blood.

But no, I remind myself, I tried to leave the dance. As soon as she made it clear that she was a Thornrose, I couldn’t get out fast enough. But when my feet touched the grass outside, it felt like my heart had been ripped in two.

This small, oafish man who clearly uses magic to enhance his looks had the balls to declare that no one would marry her? He’s lucky I didn’t kill him on the spot.

“You are so much more than a stepping stone,”

“And what makes you happy?” You, I almost blurt out. You make me happy.

The silence in the room’s so pregnant I’m surprised a baby isn’t born right there.

Because deep down I’ve been spending my life thinking that I’m not worthy or good enough, but if there’s one thing that spending time with Feylin’s taught me, it’s that I’m more than the sum of what I’m not capable of.

Before there’s a chance to finish the question, my clothes are vacuum sucked off my body.

Actually fucking wild

“Because darling”—she magicks away the screens and I step forward—“I know when a man’s in love, and that man is desperately in love with you.”

Because he’s settled into my bones like minerals. He’s become so much a part of my life that I can’t imagine him not

being in it, and I realize that I don’t want a life that he’s not a part of. Which is when I also realize that if Feylin loves me, then I love him, too. Which terrifies me more than anything.

“You’ve given me so little?” He shakes his head. “I barely smiled before you came into my life. I don’t even think I remembered how to smile before you arrived. You’ve given me deeper happiness than I’ve known in years. So don’t say that you haven’t given me anything. You’ve given me everything.”

“You mentioned the joining. Yes, it ties us to one another. But even if we’d never joined, fate would have brought us together, because nothing and no

one could’ve hidden you from me. Not even the heavens could’ve secreted you away. If they’d needed to, the earth and the sky would’ve changed places so that you and I could find one another, because from the first moment we met, I wanted to carve out a space in my life for you, and nothing on this earth or beyond would’ve stopped me from doing that.”

“You have changed me, and for once a fae myth is right. I didn’t say it when you mentioned it, too soon and all, but we believe that a joined couple signifies true love, and I’ve come to believe that.” My mouth’s a desert it’s so dry, but I know there’s one more question to ask, one more thing that’ll push us to where we’re supposed to be. “How do you know?” He spreads his fingers and threads them through mine again. His gaze is on our hands when he says, “Because if this isn’t true love, then true love doesn’t exist.”

Love was here, with me, in my heart, but it was sucked away, and I’ll never get it back. Never.