Autumn of the Grimoire (Sisters Solstice, #1)

by J.L. Vampa

“Good morning, reaper,” she said softly. His back went a fraction straighter and he huffed a laugh, turning to look at her with the barest of humour in his tired eyes. “Good morning, witch.”

“A woman may not have need of a man, but if he does not take care of her anyway, he is no man at all.”