The Magic of Revenge (Emerald Lakes, #3)

by Britt Andrews

‘The chosen one has found her mates, in a web woven by the fates. One was lost to be replaced by two, now a sixth is bound to you. What once was five will need one more to guide you through your destined door. Each will rise to find new power, as darkness looms and goodness cowers. Hold fast to earth which brings new life, awaken the Dragon chained by strife. Nature's fury will rain down aide, one who is many will release his rage. Two sides of one coin you'll be entwined, one in blood, one in mind. In royal red your strength renewed, hurry witch or all are doomed.’

I never knew if it was because Sloane had the asshole affliction himself that it made it easier for him to detect fellow assholes, but he was a beast at picking them out.

I heard Kai saying something about the seventh hottest thing he'd ever seen.

"Get me nice and wet. I'm going to fuck you first," Fischer said smugly, shooting a look at us that said challenge me, I dare you. I was fine with that. He'd died, for fuck's sake.

Silver lining 💀

"So, the noodles are the vessel for the orange dust?" he asked without looking up.