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Her sure, comforting voice will never call me on the phone to check in
Her gumption, her light, her give no fucks way, all...gone.
The overwhelming scent of rotten eggs fills the car, and I groan and cover my nose with my shirt. I glare at Hoot, who couldn’t give two shits about the ass bombs he keeps dropping.
I have the sneaking suspicion that he was adopted and returned because of the Bog of Eternal Stench that lives in his ass and not the mellow way he has about him. Gagging, I quickly roll down my window to combat the reek. So much for pretty curls today. I’d rather sport a lion’s mane at this point than breathe through the noxious fumes my familiar likes to bestow upon me. My eyes start to water, and I fan the air in front of my face to help dilute the smell.
Shaking my head, I turn the fan in the car to high in an effort to help dissipate the stink trying to settle into my upholstery.
know she was ready to go, but selfishly I wasn’t ready. I’m still not.
It’s always the pretty ones
you have to look out for,
“No, Osteomancer, because what happens to my soul, happens to yours. What happens to my bones, happens to yours. We are bound now, and unless I remove it, there isn’t a thing you can do to change that.”
I watch Rogan kiss him again. Hoot rubbed himself all over my dirty underwear while I was in the shower this morning. The only thing he smells like is eau de mon vagina.
He’s the most dangerous lure I’ve ever seen: mouthwatering on the outside with a crunchy batshit-crazy center.
“You’re mine, Bone Witch, until I say otherwise.”
His eyes are alight with ferocious determination. He doesn’t look angry, more like an apex predator about to down the prey in its sights.
I’m all at once consumed by power as I do to him exactly what he did to me. I bind his essence, his magic, to mine, making us both a conduit for each other’s abilities.
If you take from me, I’ll take right back. I’ve always been an eye for an eye kind of girl.
“I
created an anchor, you tethered us!”
Nobody ever teach you not to take things that don’t belong to you?
You’re not into drop-dead gorgeous half-giants with a hero complex and lips that could steal your soul?
Do dirty thoughts have a smell?
blood is thicker than water;
