Back in a Spell (The Witches of Thistle Grove, #3)

by Lana Harper

“His username is literally ‘lowkeyloki,’

He looks like someone who’d get cast to play a sexy chaos demon on Supernatural.”

to be happy and confident, truly at home in her own skin.

You are who you are, and his opinion of you is not dispositive of anything.

“I’m gonna need a minute to go breathe into a paper bag and handle my shit.”

“Well,” Morty finally breathed into my hair with a soft half laugh, reaching up to idly stroke my head. “Guess we consummated the hell out of this witch marriage.”

then you got the lovely snugs.” “I did get the snugs,”

“So much pain, and you just keep it locked up inside like a fucking soldier, marching on. And shit, I thought I’d had it tough.”

“The thing is, I’ve played around plenty, right?” he said. “Been poly with a million partners, been open with one, run the whole gamut of relationship anarchy. And don’t get me wrong, I’m probably never going to be down for anything totally conventional. But turns out, I do want one steady partner who also wants me. Someone who’s always there; someone who knows all of me. Who’s rock-solid, not going anywhere. I need that

My philosophy tends to be, as long as you learn something from it, there’s not much point to regretting anything. Or anyone.”

“Sometimes deities play favorites with us,” Delilah said with a shrug. “For unfathomable reasons, usually. If you did happen to be one, it could be because something in you, your fundamental nature, aligns with the goddess’s own aspects.”

But that was the point, and the comfort of it, too; no matter the weight of your pain or loss, the world only ever knew how to move on.