The Cursed (Coven of Bones #2)

by Harper L. Woods

I wouldn’t let any part of her escape me, wouldn’t let any bit of the woman I’d come to crave more than my own freedom sever from what made her her.

“Don’t look at me like that when I can’t bend you over the sink and remind you exactly what you really want, Witchling,”

“If I catch you, then you’ll give me the fight I’ve come to crave from you. If I catch you, we will go to war in the way our souls already know—until my body recognizes every inch of your skin by touch. When I catch you, I will fuck you, and we both know you’ll love every goddamn minute of it,”

I could want to fuck him and plan to slit his throat all in the same breath, and maybe that was the best way to do it.

“Let’s get one thing clear, Witchling. I am not jealous. I am possessive over what is mine.”

You’re always going to wonder if I would stay—if I would choose you if given the chance, and not knowing is going to haunt you for the rest of your days.”

“I’m not an easy man to love, Witchling, but if anyone stands a chance of doing it and coming out the other side, it’s you,”

I want a partner. I want a woman who loves me enough to be willing to challenge me to see the world a different way. I want you, Willow, and I understand that I cannot have you if I tell you to do what you’re told,” he said. “I may not be ready to allow you to choose everything, but I can give you this right now.”