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

by Juliette Cross

As I was rattling off possible dates, Gareth huffed out a heavy sigh and combed his hands into his hair in an uncharacteristic sign of frustration. “I can’t fucking focus here today.” His eyes darted to the doorway. “Why?” asked Willard. “Did something happen?” “Yes,” snapped Gareth. Willard flinched at Gareth’s hostile response. “What?” “Nothing.” I aimed a hard warning look at Gareth. Gareth scoffed. “Nothing?” He twisted to face me, his expression morphing back into murder mode. “You call that nothing?” “I don’t want to talk about it right now.” “And I don’t want to think about it right now,” he added, a pulse of furious magic billowing into the air. Willard jumped again, glancing around. “Did you guys feel that?” I rolled my eyes. “It’s him.” I pointed to Gareth then whisper-yelled, even though Willard could hear me perfectly, “Get yourself under control. I know you’re pissed, but it didn’t even happen to you.” Oh, boy, that wasn’t the right thing to say. His jaw clenched so tight I heard his teeth grinding together. Gareth’s look of malice was now burning into me. “Stop it, Gareth. We have work to do.” “Fucking fine,” he growled. Yes, growled like a goddamn werewolf. Then he snapped to his feet and slammed the chair back in place. “But we’re not working at this hellhole today. We’re working off-site.”

GAHDAMN GET YOURSELF A MAN!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!