Always Practice Safe Hex (Stay a Spell, #4)

by Juliette Cross

Clara’s cheeks flushed bright pink after admitting she just wanted to come over to see this fool of a grim who was acting like she had the plague.

Frowning, I stuffed the rest of the tart in my mouth, immediately wanting to grab another and feed my feelings rather than engage on this topic anymore.

Either for my sake or for his own, not wanting to let horrors too dark or skeletons too old to fall out onto the table between us during a cordial Monday night dinner.

You think there’s a finite level of love you can feel for a person, but then it keeps growing every day.