The Courting of Bristol Keats (The Courting of Bristol Keats, #1)

by Mary E. Pearson

When you’re sent by the gods to seduce and kill your enemy but fail in your task, when you become the seduced instead of the seducer, few options were left to you and only one involved staying alive: run.

Tyghan leapt, his back barreling the torso aside, and grabbed the sharp blade with his bare hand before it could fall onto Bristol.

But Anastasia Wiggins had said it and so had he—fae couldn’t lie. She is nothing.

He didn’t just want her, he loved her. And he had for a long time.

I’m just so lost

And then the sound of running water roared from the bath chamber. What part of being quiet didn’t he understand?

LOL

He shot the witch a stiff glance as he strode toward the door, but stopped first where Bristol sat, and leaned over. His lips lightly brushed hers. “This is not a dalliance,” he whispered, and then he was gone.

Sigh I do like him but this book is still kinda yawn

She didn’t need to petition him for anything. He’d give her the world if she asked for it.

She repeated herself, as if to make sure he understood the significance of her confession. “I closed a portal. It’s gone.”

“Love is not a bad thing, Dahlia,” Eris added. “He’s learning to trust again.”

But Jasmine already knew with certainty what Bristol would become and the only way to prevent it. Stop Bristol’s heart when she removed the tick, and never start it again.

Um

Kormick opened his arms toward her, expecting an embrace. “Bristol, so good to see you again.” Her confusion deepened. “Mick?”

Oh my GOD ???????????????