The Damned (Coven of Bones, #3)

by Harper L. Woods

“I heard you, songbird,” I said, taking another step forward.

Oof. Do we want to fuck him now?

If I found her sudden burst of confidence so attractive, there was no doubt that others would, too. And the witch was mine.

But when Beelzebub followed me, there was a quality to him that felt like a bodyguard, keeping people from bothering me.

So stop being a dick to him

“I believe she asked you not to fucking touch her,” he growled, the menace in those words reserved solely for Keane.

Yea stop touching

“That may be, but Itan was useful to us, Fritha. Without him, we don’t have the ability to do the binding ritual—”

Wow i hate them

My nails had grown into long, pointed black talons. The faint glimmer of scales covered the back of my hand with the slightest blue and purple tint to them as the light played along the surface of my skin. “It worked. It actually worked,” she said, her breath coming in an easy exhale of wonder.

…what

“People don’t come here hurt. They come here dead,” the demon said, answering my question with a raised eyebrow.

Touche

I knew I was being difficult in my need to return to the surface as quickly as possible, and I would suck it up and do what was necessary to make that happen.

Incredibly frustrating for no fucking reason

“Yes, it is. You’re being difficult strictly for the sake of it at this point. I have explained why you need to come with me,”

Shes annoy af

“At least buy me dinner first, songbird. What kind of man do you take me for?” Beelzebub teased, the lightness in his voice so at odds with the nerves I felt.

I like him