Sorrow and Starlight (Zodiac Academy, #8)

by Caroline Peckham

“I need a free hand to cast,” Caleb said, slipping his hand from Tory’s and she pushed her hand up the back of his shirt to press her palm to his skin there instead. Could have rolled his sleeve back and touched his arm, but whatever Trevor. I wasn’t the touching police. If the touching police were here, they might have a thing or two to say about it, but that wasn’t anything to do with me.

“Well, I’m wearing this cunt of a t-shirt and it’s not even the right size. So I’d say I’ve seen better days,” he said, clasping my arm as he frowned. “What hell are they offering you?”