Her Black Wings (The Dark Amulet Series Book 1) - Plot & Excerpts
Perhaps the best sex of her life was due to Elliott’s grief, but who cared? Unfortunately, she would have to ruin the mood soon. Amalya left Elliott sleeping. He’d finally dozed off from pure exhaustion after one AM. She found Brandon’s car in the garage with him passed out at the wheel. The windows were rolled down. The feather plucked for this occasion she laid on the seat next to him with a note attached. It read ‘Please’. Letting herself into the house, she discovered a wonderful smell; dried dirt, a musty-stale mix of grass clippings and skunk. Ah, weed. It smelled wonderful. She shook her head. Not healthy, not healthy. A ratty brown couch sat in the living room across from two equally shitty country blue chairs. Empty pizza boxes with congealed mozzarella lay open on the floor. Ick. She focused on the coffee table, a laminated pressed wood eyesore with cheesy gold plastic trim.
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