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

by Sara Raasch

It should feel like standing on that collapsed bridge behind the grocery store when I was younger and wondering if the levitation spell would fail; but it feels like the final time I did that, when I turned away instead of stepping into the abyss. When I chose to be safe. He feels … safe.

If I make a mockery of things, if it’s light and unserious, then everything’s fine. It’s proof I’m not hurt because, look, I can joke around, see? I don’t need gentleness because only broken people need gentleness and I’m not hurting. But this does hurt.

We’re both broken, though. And our jagged pieces don’t exactly fit together, but we know how to move around the sharpest points of each other’s, how to adjust and make space so no one bleeds.

Part of healing is growing again, too, even if it risks those scars stretching, even if the skin breaks back open. But I know I can heal now. I can look at the wounds and think, You are not all of me.