Tragic (Lark Cove, #3)

by Devney Perry

I swiped it off the counter and carried it to the garbage, where it got thrown inside, pan and all. Fuck you, cake. And the woman I made you for.

“I can’t feel anything.” Kaine’s eyes held mine. “But I can feel you.” “I feel you too,” I whispered. He turned away, staring off into the trees. “I don’t want to feel.” My fingers stopped threading his hair. His tone was sharp but it didn’t sting. It was born of fear.

I was falling in love with my grouchy, tormented neighbor. I was falling in love with a man who was sweet and kind. I was falling in love with a man who had a little magic of his own.