Crush (Crave, #2)

by Tracy Wolff

“Stone. You turned to stone, Grace, right the fuck in front of me,” Jaxon says. “And you’ve been stone every single one of the last one hundred and twenty-one days.”

“A gargoyle, Grace.” Jaxon is the one who finally tells me the truth, just like always. “You’re a gargoyle.”

I swear, if I were reading this story, I’d say the plot twists were getting ridiculous. But I’m not reading it. I’m living it, and that is so much worse.

This is important, really important. I have to remember what happened to Hudson.

“You’re the first gargoyle to exist in a thousand years.”

“It’s a Chinese proverb my mother used to tell me all the time when I was growing up and struggling to figure out my powers and my place in the witchcraft world. ‘If heaven made someone, earth can find some use for them.’”

“Turn a girl into a gargoyle and suddenly she’s all kinds of stone-coldhearted.”

“You spent one hundred and twenty-one days frozen in stone to keep all of us safe. If you think I can’t wait as long as it takes for you to feel comfortable being back with me again, then you really don’t have a clue how much I love you.” My breath catches in my throat, along with my heart and, quite possibly, my soul. “Jaxon.” I can barely get his name past the huge lump right above my vocal cords.

But he just shakes his head. “I’ve waited an eternity for you, Grace. I can wait a little longer.”

I lean in to kiss him, and just like that, the sweetness between us tu...

if Jaxon’s even going to try to “shenanigan” me again. And what about my gargoyle is so against it.

Karma’s a witch, with a crystal ball in the background.

I’m the girl who turns badass vampire prince Jaxon Vega goofy. Not going to lie, it feels good.

“No.” Jaxon watches me with an intensity that shakes me to my very bones. “I’ve always been a monster, Grace. You’re the one who’s made me human.”

Sometimes life hands you more than a new hand of cards to play—it hands you a whole new deck, maybe even a whole new game.