The Witch Collector (Witch Walker #1)

by Charissa Weaks

I am clay beneath his skilled hands, changing, as though he’s molding me. Not back to the woman I was, but to someone new, someone damaged but unbroken, wounded and yet healed.

I’d feared how he might change me, and yet he reminds me of who I am and who I can be with every caress, every kiss, every thrust, our magick entwined, bright as a beacon, showing me parts of myself long-buried, parts of myself unknown. I like who I am with him. Who I’m becoming.

If my life is cut short, I will die happy because I had this time with you. But I will fight for more. I will fight for Colden. And I will fight for us.