Once Bitten (Shadow Guild: The Rebel, #1)

by Linsey Hall

I took a swig from my tiny box of wine—adult juice box, if you asked me—and

Who needed human friends when they had a box of wine and a feral raccoon, anyway?

Drunk girls in bathrooms were the best people on earth.

“All Magica—that’s magic people, by the way—have a signature that’s uniquely their own. It corresponds to any of the five senses. Strong Magica have all five signatures. And you…” She hesitated a moment, her gaze flickering as she inhaled. “Have all five.”

Each guild has a motto. Theirs is, ‘We are the daughters of the witches you could not burn.’”

“What’s their motto?” “‘Our own, first. Always.’”

I didn’t want her to look at him. I wanted her gaze on me, always.

Feelings. I didn’t like them.

What the movies and books didn’t understand was that immortality was a curse. Years upon years of the same thing, all of it experienced in a haze and punctuated only by the death of anyone you might grow to care for. It cast the world in shades of gray.