Tales from Tiressia: A Collection of Spicy Stories from the Witch Walker World

by Charissa Weaks

“I need you to see this,” he says, his voice almost pained. “I need you to see how godsdamn beautiful you are.”

“You are where I belong, Raina Bloodgood. Every bit of me. My body. My heart. My soul. I’m yours. Forever. Until the mountains crumble into the sea.”

“I saw the fire inside you, and gods, how I wanted to be burned.”

“You bow to no one,” I tell her, my voice graver than it has any right to be tonight. “Do you hear me? Not ever. Especially not to me.”