The Entanglement of Rival Wizards (Magic and Romance, #1)

by Sara Raasch

What’s the point of magic if you don’t get to use it for silly shit anyway.

Elethior saunters in, peeling off aviator sunglasses, backpack hanging on his shoulder, black leather jacket tight over an eggshell-blue shirt. His hair is pulled up at the back of his head, showing the buzzed side and his slightly pointed ears, and he’s in jeans with those dumbass motorcycle boots again. Black leather component harnesses squeeze each thigh. He stops as the door closes behind him. He looks at the room from left to right with deliberate precision, surveying the workstations, the shelves, the marble dais, until he gets to me. He sucks his teeth. “Sebastian.”

Daddy I love him

Kissing Elethior Tourael should be as catastrophic as the worst thing I’ve done. And it is. But it’s not a bad catastrophe, and I never knew, never fucking knew that calamities could be wondrous, too.