Three Mages and a Margarita (The Guild Codex: Spellbound, #1)

by Annette Marie

What was it with these people? I wasn’t a damn trespasser. They were more territorial than teenagers in a Wi-Fi hotspot.

Pissing people off was one of my God-given talents, but even I had never met such a universally hostile group of people in my life.

“Are you a natural redhead?” “Are you a natural pain in the ass?”

“Are you having a bad day?” I shot back. “Or are you always a hag?”

“I’ve been working my ass off without so much as a thank-you from a single goddamn person, and you’re jerking me around like a five-year-old with no impulse control. If you so much as open your mouth again, I’ll shove my soda gun down your throat and see if you can crack jokes while you drown!”

She didn’t realize that contrariness was my favorite hobby. At her words, my doubts extinguished faster than Aaron’s magical flames, replaced by stubborn determination.

“You guys gossip like seniors at a bingo hall.”

I nodded at his fan club. “I couldn’t resist crushing their souls.”