Sticks and Crones (Spell's Angels, #7)

by Amanda M. Lee

“And yet what I feel for you seems to transcend time,” he said. “When I look at you, I can’t imagine ever not loving you. I think some things are meant to be, and that includes us. Our love was always out there, ready to be embraced. I’ve always loved you.” That was either the sweetest or corniest thing I’d ever heard. I was legitimately torn on which. Finally, I shook my head.

Your freaking mouth vacillates from a thing of beauty to a big garbage dumpster.”