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Unfortunately, I’m a sucker for the tall, dark, and devilish type. The more red flags and pitchforks they’re waving, the better.
She tasted like sweet dreams and bad decisions. And I was already in too deep.
“The grave is open. The headstone is already carved. Only one thing remains, Descendant of Ash—sacrifice.”
“I won’t be intimidated by a faceless, undead weirdo! You and your boneyard stank can go suck an egg!”
It figured I’d fall for a witch. My taste in women always ran toward the feral ones.
