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

by Lana Harper

He looks like someone who’d get cast to play a sexy chaos demon on Supernatural.” She shrugged, like, And this is a problem, how? “A little CW bone structure never hurt nobody.”

“Oh, I’m sorry, do only nerdboy edgelords get to enjoy such cool-kid stuff as sci-fi classics?” I snapped, losing the remainder of my patience. “Did I not understand the assignment about what girls like me were supposed to like, to your personal satisfaction? Maybe you can just tell me which references are in my lane, so I know to stick to them. Am I a Kardashians devotee, perhaps? Housewives of Somewhere, possibly? Seriously, you tell me. I’ll wait.”

I can handle it. Whatever’s going on with you, I assure you I’ve walked through the Valley of the Shadow of Steaming Piles of Shit this past year, too. So I’m about as prepped as you can get.”

And somehow that feedback loop between us, me feeling my own pain mirrored and felt and affirmed by someone else, helped instead of making it worse.

chosen family is still family,

“Shit, I’d argue some friendships are more solid and enduring than romances. Many, even.”

Mistook a bunch of red flags for a carnival, as they say—and by ‘they,’ I obviously mean the relevant memes. My philosophy tends to be, as long as you learn something from it, there’s not much point to regretting anything. Or anyone.”