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.

seeing flashes of things that slither along my arms and creep across my body and—fuck.

+head tilt +

I take her scorn and her ridicule, and I take my mom’s, too, because it’s valid;

Oh honey no

What if all I am, all I’ll ever be, is an irresponsible, immature fuckup who can’t cope with anything in a normal way?

Oh.. Baby

I’m wearing an Elizabethan neck ruff of hackles.

My brain shuts down. No one’s home, forward the mail, hire a plant-sitter.

Each touch doesn’t alleviate, it only exacerbates, fuel on fuel on fuel, burning me up until all I am is pure, unfiltered need.