Maximum Witch: That Old Black Magic, Book 3 (2011) - Plot & Excerpts
That stupid, crazy bitch. What the hell had she been thinking, letting loose with her caterwauling before the fucking shark and the girl abandoned their vehicle? Clearly being locked up all those years had killed off more than a few of the siren’s brain cells. Pivoting, he walked inside the building and slammed the front door shut. Not that it did a damn bit of good. The glass that should have been affixed within the frame currently littered the floor. He glared at the duchess’s rigid back. “Don’t ever do that again.” She whipped around and stared at him coldly. “How dare you speak to me that way. Do you know who I am?” Yes, you’re a fucking basket case. He’d worked with enough of them to read the signs. Hell, he’d been forced to deal with seven basket cases with his previous mentor. Definitely made him an expert on the subject. “Because of that giant hissy fit you threw out there, the girl got away.” Again. With that fucking shark in tow, no less.
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