Grave Mistakes (Hellgate Guardians, #1)

by Ivy Asher

“Wish me luck, Fern,” I shout at the plant by the door. Against all odds, it hasn’t died yet, so we’re officially family now.

Fuck looking this gift horse in the mouth, I’m not even going to make eye contact with the neighing bitch.

You made me go full Bella Swan when I’m a fucking Katniss Everdeen at heart,”

“I am not Thor, and this is not a Marvel movie. I didn’t call shit.

“Delta doesn’t share food,” I announce, doing my best to channel Joey from Friends.

smooth onyx skin that for some reason makes me think of satin sheets that smell like sex and feel like heaven.

I have no idea if they’re fucking with me or not, but the thought that they can sense when I’ve been clit-conscious is a little horrifying...and intriguing.