The Kiss Curse (Ex Hex, #2)

by Erin Sterling

“There’s been a Penhallow running The Raven and Crown for over a hundred years,” he said, gruff. “To see it closed . . . ” “Da, look around. It’s closed in spirit if not in name. And all the spells in the world aren’t going to keep that last little bit of magic hanging on forever. Not with the place this empty.”

To catch someone’s eye and know what they were thinking. To be in a room full of people and know that that person was yours. To not just enjoy someone, but enjoy the person she was with them.

The Five of Swords was still there. So was the Six of Swords. No surprise, since that card usually meant some kind of sneakiness was afoot. A third card was slightly covered by Parker’s napkin, and Gwyn pushed the piece of paper out of the way. The Lovers stared back at her.

“Ah, the sound of a man completely clobbered by love. I know the feeling well.” Wells didn’t bother to argue. He loved her, was completely mad for her, and surely that was obvious to everyone by now. Everyone, he suddenly realized, but the one person who mattered most.

“And if I wanted to call you mine?” she asked, her voice low, and Wells’s grip tightened on her hand. “I’ll be that until I die.”