The Witch Collector (Witch Walker #1)

by Charissa Weaks

And today I make my wish come true.

Ok girl. Thats a lot for just having met you...

I just need to kidnap the Frost King’s right-hand man first, force him to guide me through the forbidden Frostwater Wood,

Enemies to lovers start here

magick,

Ick

ALEXUS

They named this man Alexus and im not over it

I slice my weapon across one Eastlander’s middle, spilling his innards, then plunge my blade into another’s mouth before yanking back to land a fatal hit across the throat of one more.

Just out here stabbing people and starting a war barley 50 pages in.....aggressive

For a moment, all I can think is that I’m fucking tired of being stabbed.

And that will not do.

Just bang already

slings me through the air like I’m no more than an annoying branch under its feet.

I thought this man was all powerful and terrifying, what gives.

“Oh, it is you,” the thing says. “I wasn’t sure. Didn’t believe. But I taste the shade within you, sorcerer.”

WHAT. MY MAN.

Alexus exhales and relaxes, as though my touch is all he needs to unwind. Though we’ve been pressed against one another for days, I would be lying if I said it didn’t feel good to touch him outside the mode of sheer survival, just like it felt good when we touched at the stream. His hands are big and calloused, scarred in the way of a swordsman, strong and warm in ways I shouldn’t be thinking about. Delirium. It must be.

Whatever you say girlie

Such a mystery, this man, though he also feels like an open book. Perhaps there are pages and lines I simply haven’t had the time to read yet, chapters to lose myself inside. And perhaps I shouldn’t want to. But gods, I do.

“There is darkness inside me too,” I sign. “Perhaps our darknesses can be friends.”

She ment this in all seriousness but I giggled when she said it.

when he runs those deadly hands up my thighs,

☑️ obsessed with this man

In the middle of it all is Alexus, kneeling like a fallen god.

👀 girl is down bad (no judgement tho)

And I know, beyond any doubt, that I’ve tumbled headfirst into the worst kind of trouble.

Love a self aware queen

“It is Neri,” he signs.

Excuse me. what.

but a clever sorcerer marks what’s his. Raina Bloodgood now bears my rune. My power. My seal. My name. Alexi of Ghent. Shared with her.

This is worship. Alexus Thibault has lain me on his altar and praised every inch of me.

“Got them?” he asks, and I nod. “Good. I’m going to kiss you now,” he whispers, tilting my head until his breath is on my lips. “And I swear to every god who has ever lived, you’re going to feel me everywhere.”