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Violet Maxwell was the one who got away. And he wasn’t just the bastard that let it happen. He was the idiot who hadn’t run after her.
“I don’t think you realize the effect you’ve had on me ever since I was a pup, princess.”
She’d never been magicless to him. Even when she hadn’t been in possession of her Magic.
“And if you’re not into letting the shifter sneak a little taste, I volunteer myself as tribute. I love a little witchy snack.” “Do it!” Harper screeched in her ear. “Vampire venom is literally orgasmic!” Vi ignored her best friend. “Thanks, but I’m currently on a fang-free diet … both shifter and vamp.” “Can’t blame a woman for trying. Have a nice day.”
“I’ve had one hell of a fucking day, and the only reason I got through it without ripping someone’s head off their shoulders was knowing I’d see you tonight.” Clearing his throat, he failed to hide the cute pink coloration on his cheeks. “I was counting down the minutes.”
“My grandmother always says sugarcoating things makes them easier to swallow, but it doesn’t change their base ingredients.”
No one can make you feel inferior without your consent.” Vi nearly sobbed with her love for the succubus. “You’re quoting Eleanor Roosevelt now? You’ve grown up on me, Harp.” “Roosevelt?” She looked confused. “No, I’m quoting Joe from Princess Diaries.”
