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

by Sara Raasch

I would not put it past these assholes to have traps on traps just to fuck with me.

Lock up your kids, Sebastian Walsh might come along and tempt them to fall upon the sacrificial altar of student debt.

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

apparently the only stories he tells are brutal recountings of raids on Danish villages that get a little racist. No one wants to work with him.”

“This is the last time our codependency cockblocks me. You are whatever’s the opposite of a wingman.”

for him to actually be a badass would require a level of slumming it that he’s not capable of.

“Maybe lay off the hard stuff. And stop doing whatever this moron tells you to do.”

I don’t want to calm down. I don’t want to let it go. No one else had to calm down, so why do I?

But actually burning things? The best way to burn off stress.

Ironic how Orok’s mom is all about pushing him to exert his strength, but him standing up to her isn’t something she tolerates.

There is no sweeter sound in the world than our crappy dryer beeping.

Shit-stirring is my love language.

I haven’t come far. Only a few days ago, I left a zombie in the Conjuration Lab. How is that doing well?

“You don’t have to be a priest. You don’t have to do anything that doesn’t work for you. If that makes me a bad influence on you, then hell yeah, I’ll keep leading you to the dark side. I want you to be happy.”

I said I went to bed and woke up at reasonable times, not that I slept at reasonable times.

My hackles go up. They were already up. They go up higher. I’m wearing an Elizabethan neck ruff of hackles.

I don’t show vulnerability around anyone other than Orok. Just grit my teeth, make an inappropriate joke, and compartmentalize my breakdowns for later.

“Get that look off your face.” “I can’t help it. This is the look I get when an apocalypse is looming.”

Gods damn it.

“Contain your manspreading, Elethior,”

What you’re not going to do is spiral out and punish yourself, okay? And if you thought you’d get that from me, that I’d berate you for this, well, too damn bad.

“If you think I’m going to drink anything you hand me, then you need to apologize to the university at your graduation and refuse your diploma.”

I spread my fingers and give them jazz hands. Because that’s collegiate.

I never thought I’d be so grateful for a weird monster.

I’m the fucking king of things being fine. And this? Not fine. Not at all.

over my dead body is he going to propose like I’m the prize in this relationship. He’s the prize. He’s the whole damn jackpot,