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.

Burying my face against her shoulder, I marveled that even as an adult, a hug from Mom would never grow old.

I was surrounded by idiots.

“Murder or not, maybe you two should bang it out first. Imagine the hate fucking. That’s way too fine a warlock to waste as a nemesis if there’s no hate fucking.”

“Repeat after me, we don’t fuck bad boys.” Belle opened her mouth, and then slammed it shut. “Sorry, I can’t. My programming is preventing me from lying.”

“Your life has been in my hands for years, and I’m not ready for it to end yet.”

Shut up, Inner Voice, you horny bitch.

“Hear me now, Paisley Hallistar. There’s always only been one endgame for us. The journey might vary, but the end will never fucking change. Our endgame was written when you were four.”