Spellcaster (Weatherstone College, #1)

by Jaymin Eve

In the doorway stood my enemy. But tonight I needed him. To fight a monster, I needed a monster.

Precious? Did that fuckwit of a spellcaster just call me—?

A devastatingly gorgeous, broken asshole.

“What can I say, bacon is an evil mistress who won’t release me from her grasp. If bacon calls, I must come running. I’m a vegetarian with mistresses.”

“Fuck me dead,” Sara groaned softly. “This dude could recite the alphabet and I’d be there.”