Don't Hex and Drive (Stay a Spell, #2)

by Juliette Cross

“Not at all, darling. I’m a lover of all women.”

worries. At least now he was gone for good.

Spoke too soon love

Grims weren’t witches, even though some called them sorcerers, but their magic was similar to Auras like Isadora’s sister, Clara. But whereas Auras pumped only positive emotions into others, grims did the opposite. It wasn’t always negative emotions, exactly, but darker ones.

“I’m not a damn hermit. Just an introvert.” “There’s a difference?”

Christ. One smile, and I was devastated. Lost. Swimming in an ocean of what-the-fuck.

Her slender body pressed to mine felt like holding home in my arms. I knew then that there wasn’t anything I wouldn’t do for Isadora Savoie. It also dawned on me that it was getting harder and harder to fool myself. What I wanted with this beautiful witch was anything but casual.

Because whatever that was, it wasn’t playful. It felt like danger and providence and a shocking dose of destiny. Whereas I was perfectly ready to discuss and explore what that could mean, it was quite obvious that Isadora wasn’t.

I was now on the hunt. For her.

Note to self: a blushing vampire was adorable.

Bloody hell, I really was a stalker, wasn’t I? This was a terrible revelation.