When I get back, Morgan is sprawled out on Gemma’s bed with her face buried in a carnation pink novel. “You read more than anyone I know.” I set the chair next to Gemma. “What’s this one about?” “International politics.” “Seriously?” Morgan glances up, a smile quirking her lips. She looks so cute, I’m worried my heart might combust. Thankfully, her Blood Magic could probably fix that. “It’s also very gay,” she adds, a quality I’ve learned she values in books.
