The Witch Collector (Witch Walker #1)

by Charissa Weaks

“Shhh. There now, don’t weep. It’s over. You’re safe.” His voice is still so warm, so gentle. It’s the kind of voice a woman could find solace in, a voice that could conquer even the strongest will. I should pull away from him—from his touch, his aid, his nearness—but my tears flow fiercely, uncontrollably, and the shaking…

His lone dimple makes an appearance, too, making matters even worse. It’s hard to despise someone who lights up the world when they smile.

When I read this, I realized I was smiling too. 🤗

I go to her and take her face in my hands. “Stop. Look at me.” When she meets my gaze, her furor eases. Her panting remains, but her cold hands wrap around my wrists like I’m the only thing keeping her tethered to this world. I press my forehead against hers. “Just breathe.”

I love the way Alexus takes care of Raina.

Gods, I ache for this woman in my bones.

“Hello, drallag,” the blade whispers.

**record scratch** whaaaa?

He pulls back and runs his thumb over my lips. “Raina Bloodgood, your mouth will be my ruin.” Tenderly, he kisses my forehead, then turns to leave.

🥵

“And I thought your mouth would be my ruin.” Breathing hard, he shuts his eyes for the span of a heartbeat, and then stares into my eyes. “I might not survive this.”

Oh baby.

“You cannot keep kissing me like that, or we might never leave this place,” I sign, throwing his words from the wood back at him. A gorgeous, heart-stopping smile unfurls across his face. “Well, you see, that,” he says against my lips, “is what it is to be mine, and I intend to show you several more times tonight if that’s all right.”

This man. Jaysus.