Flock (The Ravenhood, #1)

by Kate Stewart

When a man confesses his love to me, I expect him to mean it. I don’t want to question the words’ authenticity. I want to be claimed and owned and ruled and possessed by love.

Marijuana, the burning weed with its roots in hell!’”

I’m now that girl.

You pulled up with Dominic.”

“Which one is this for?”

He’s a moody one, that motherfucker.

“Stubborn ass woman.”

But that’s the thing about ravens. They always seem to be watching.