Mate (Bride, #2)

by Ali Hazelwood

“Is this a, um…terminal diagnosis?” His lips twitch. “No cure, I’m afraid.”

“What about polite acquaintances?” he counters. I cannot tell whether he’s serious, so I nod. “Deal. And you may quietly pine after me, if you must.”

“Clean cups are on that rack,” I say with a smile. “You have no right to be here.” I blink. “Okay. Clean cups are still on that rack.”

Lowe is in the south on pack business. I am but a lonely, neglected bride.

“I love it when you talk about me like I’m the ultimate escape room. Tell me more.”

“Why did they kick him out?” “Ruining the vibes? Unclear.

What I’m trying to say is that I am grateful that our misfortunes brought us together.

Those who have the means never have the vision.

“Where is she?” “Um, so. Koen was, um, mad.” “Ah.” “You have been de-aunted, I fear.”

“Can you believe that Juno won’t let me go suck their fucking pets dry in front of their fucking useless eyes?” “I can, actually. The pets did nothing wrong. But we could shank the classmates themselves—” “Juno forbade that, too! No violence against minors,”