The Witching Hour (The Grim Reaper Saga (Urban Fantasy Romance)) - Plot & Excerpts
If I have to make another effing love charm I’m gonna tear my hair out.” Eve eyed the dangling piece of clay with disdain.Tamryn snorted. “Don’t worry. In another hour we’ll be sipping on Gorilla Farts and man scouting. Life can’t get better than that.”Eve wrapped her hand around the charm and dragged it to her heart, almost as a protective shield. Not again. Her sisters were gonna try and force the issue. She wasn’t ready. Period. End of story. Not wanting to wax on again about a subject she’d rather see dead and buried, Eve switched topics.“Why do humans insist on buying this charm? Money, protection, luck. Okay, those I can understand. But love? Don’t they know that’s not how love works? You can’t force it on someone.” She tried, but couldn’t keep the hurt from creeping into her voice.Tamryn eyed her. Aware, Eve was sure, of her inner torment. For the moment however, her sister didn’t pursue the matter and shrugged her slim shoulders instead. “Why do you care?
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