Grim and Bear It (Stay a Spell, #6)

by Juliette Cross

“I’m wet from the rain. I’m sorry,” I protested weakly. “I don’t care. Please hold me.” For fuck’s sake. Hold her? I’d burn the world for her.

“I’m no Prince Charming.” He clamped his jaw as if trying not to say something, but he did anyway, his face dropping an inch closer to mine. “But if your Prince Charming ever did come, Clara, I’d have to fucking kill him.”