Mate (Bride, #2)

by Ali Hazelwood

“Word of advice, killer?” he murmurs. “Stubborn and stupid is just a couple letters’ difference.”

Cute, how she thinks he’d ever let her out of his sight.

Look at her. Just—look at her.

And I stop breathing. Because every single thing I glanced at, grazed, examined, eyed, or even considered when we were at the grocery store, every single thing I decided to walk past, every single thing I told myself I didn’t need—every single thing has somehow made it here, inside Koen’s house.