Witches Get Stitches (Stay a Spell, #3)

by Juliette Cross

and leaning in to tell her something. Or to kiss her!

SHES SO ME

I turned on the Keurig and started opening and closing, slamming actually, cabinets to find the coffee, a coffee cup, and possibly some whiskey.

Normally, I got a little high from that sensation. Today, I wanted to swing the toaster off the counter and hit him across the head with it.

Im dying

Ha! Yogurt? What was he doing, trying to stay fit for his new boo? Without even thinking, I telekinetically grabbed the loaf of bread sitting on top of the fridge and threw it straight at his face. It bounced off his big-ass head and rolled off his shoulder to the floor with a fluffy plop.

The cat is staring at me wondering why im laughing like this

I stood there, fists balled at my sides, glancing at the bowl of apples on the table. I swear, I couldn’t control myself. I lifted one with my magic and shot it at his chest. Hard.

I knew I was acting irrationally, but I didn’t give a damn. I just wanted to hit him with something. Hard! I looked at the toaster. “Don’t you dare, Violet.”