Rogue Ghosts & Other Miscreants (The Guild Codex: Warped, #3)

by Annette Marie

“If you say I throw like a girl, I’ll start on that finger tiara right here and now.” “I was going to say, even though you fire off those evil little marbles like a friggin’ howitzer, you’ve got the accuracy of a drunken mosquito in a hurricane.” She scowled. “I am not that bad.”

Holy Adonis, that face! The photo looked like an outtake for a cologne model’s magazine shoot, except instead of selling you the sweet musk of rugged spice and sex appeal, this brooding dreamboat was selling a renegade brand of seething anger and … well … sex appeal.

I made the vine crawl up his chest. “In a few hours, I’ll plant you in my backyard and watch you grow into a majestic, albeit ugly, tree—a new species which I will name the Giant Bradwood. Your consciousness will live there, entombed in bark and leaves, until I chop you down for lumber. And even then, fragments of your tortured soul may endure, raging silently in immortal agony, while I—”

Dying laughing

I didn’t want to die next to a 1994 maroon Hyundai.

I smirked as an image of the almighty, hooded Crystal Druid cruising through the wholesale warehouse popped into my mind’s eye: grabbing a sixty-four pack of toilet paper, a fifty-pound bag of kibble for his vargs, and a trio of oversized ketchup bottles that would last even the greatest hot dog enthusiast a lifetime.