The Bound Witch (The Osseous Chronicles, #3)

by Ivy Asher

My eyes flit to Tad, and he waggles his eyebrows and then discreetly mouths that D to me.

I’ve never wanted to eat someone just because they’re so cute. Not just cute though, like cute in a sexy as fuck kind of way,”

“First of all, Marx, don’t ever let me hear you disrespect the great Dolly Parton again.

I had a firm plan to keep his ego in check and not get too melty with all this new contact, but apparently my inner fiend has declared mutiny and is currently making my good sense walk the plank.

“It’s all going to be okay,” he tells me, confidence and wisdom ringing in his tone. “Even when you can’t see how, it will all be okay.”

“Of course I still love you, Lennox. You’re it for me. Good days or bad, sleep or no sleep, cuddle slut or pouting on the other end of the couch. It’s you and me forever.”

“I know we’re still settling into us, but when I say I love you, that you’re it for me, I mean it. I shut you out before, and it almost cost me everything. I will never risk that again...never,”

“That fucking, demon cock sucking, trifling, thirsty, magic whore!” I snarl, and the room goes quiet.

Despite my newfound demon blood or the crazy magic that’s currently spinning in my veins. Regardless of how heinous my morning breath can be or my unhealthy addiction to coffee and grilled cheese sandwiches. My cuddle slut ways when I’m tired and the fact that I’m a nighttime farter don’t matter one little bit. Because I can see it as plain as day in Rogan’s gaze, just like I could in Dave’s when he looked at Alora.

Rogan loves the ever-loving shit out of me, and don’t I just love the ever-loving shit out of him right back.