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

by Juliette Cross

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.

There was the fact I’d hit her with my car. True.

“Real men can wear pink,”

Our Cauldron family was just that—family.

My God, she was so beautiful, and I honestly wasn’t sure if she was truly aware.

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

We did move in different circles, lived in different worlds. But I wanted her in mine. Or maybe I’d give up mine to be in hers. I don’t know. All I knew was that after three hundred years, I’d never felt this sort of obsessive attraction toward a woman. And what she didn’t know was that I could be patient. And tenacious.

My witch.

Ruben’s unwavering attraction to the woman was so obvious with his electric blue gaze riveted on her face.

I hope he deserves you.”