Witches Get Stitches (Stay a Spell, #3)

by Juliette Cross

To swallow my pride and tell Nico that I was basically an idiot who could see clearly when it came to everyone else. Just not when it came to myself. And also that I really wanted to lick him from head to toe if he didn’t mind.

“There’s no such thing as a twin bubble,” I snapped, following her to the table. She laughed and shook her head. “Just because you’ve never been able to tap into it doesn’t mean it isn’t real.”

Suddenly, I was scared. Nico had never put distance between us. And maybe that was the problem. I’d gotten so used to his constant presence, enjoying our easy camaraderie, our flirty friendship, that I assumed he would always be there.

The Tower card had hit me full throttle last night, and now I needed to talk to him. To tell him. Why wasn’t he here?