Brewed in Magic (Falling for Fables #2)

by Jenna Wolfhart

His eyes flashed. “Interesting theory. You must have spent all night thinking about me to come up with it.” The warmth in my cheeks deepened. “You’re deflecting.” “Am I wrong, darling?” “Am I?” I countered.

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“Ugh! You’re impossible.” I paced back and forth, the rising fury burning my cheeks. “Honestly, Ragnar Whatever-Your-Surname-Is, you’re the most infuriating man I’ve met in a very long time, and that’s saying something. I’ve met some real arseholes.” He sketched a bow. “I aim to please.”

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“Yeah. Does that disappoint you?” He gazed up at my dragon’s powerful form. When he spoke, his voice was full of awe. “I’ve never been happier to be so incredibly wrong.”

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“I’ll tell you what’s groan-worthy. That man you’re so insistent on keeping at arm’s length did have a room here. You know what he did when you arrived looking like something the cat dragged in? Well, he said to me, ‘Nilsa, I’d like Lilia to have my room. I run hot, like my ancestors, and so I’m just fine sleeping out in the cold.’ Bet you didn’t know he gave up his room for you, now did ya?”

OH MY GOD

It took everything in me not to melt beneath his gaze. “You don’t have to ask. Tell me what to do, and I’m all yours.” My heartbeat thrummed in my neck. “For the festival.” “Right. The festival.”

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