Raised in Fire (Fire and Ice Trilogy, #2)

by K.F. Breene

I took out some high-quality cheese, salami, and grapes. Whoever did the shopping got only the best, and clearly the most expensive, stuff. Not like I could taste the difference. My magic was powerful, but my palate was weak.

In all honesty, I liked him. He was blunt and grumpy and violent and completely honest. He was good people. My kind of people.

A soft spot on you is about as comforting as a brown spot on white carpet. I don’t know how it got there, I don’t know exactly what it is, but I’m expecting the worst.”

“Lucy, you have some ’splaining to do,”

Deep down, I also felt that pounding cold, pulsing like a beacon, yelling at me to use it. I wished it would also yell instructions.

“Sometimes the only way out is to go through. You can do it.”