Wing and a Miss (Deadlights Cove, #3)

by B. Perkins

To anyone who needs the reminder that sometimes the most courageous act is knowing when to accept help.

He must have felt my eyes on him, for his green gaze slid to mine with a smug look, like he knew exactly what I was thinking about. “I know exactly what you’re thinking about,” he murmured with a flick of his eyebrows and that hint of a dimple that nearly undid me.

“Toothless cold-turkey quit his meds yesterday and is a joy to be around.”

For the first time in a thousand years, this tiny, beautiful witch made me want to make someone mine.

“Ryker.” My name was a whispered prayer on her lips, one I didn’t think I’d ever tire of hearing if I lived another dozen lifetimes.