Something sharp jabbed into my thigh. I winced and squeezed my eyes shut, then opened them and looked down.
And there was her knife, stuck in my thigh at least a half-inch past my jeans.
Perfect.
I nodded slowly. “Is that the Abandonato crest?”
“Beautiful, right?” She beamed then flipped her dyed golden hair in the air giving me a whiff of her cherry shampoo.
I jerked out the knife and handed it back to her. “Don’t be creepy and lick the blood off—that’s weird, even for you.”
She just rolled her eyes. “More like using it in a spell to make your favorite appendage fall off.”
“Your favorite appendage,” I grumbled. “Remember? Oh God Junior, right there, so good, it’s so—”
She clapped a hand over my mouth while a few students in front of us chuckled. “I get it, just. Stop. Talking.”
I licked her hand and grinned.
She smiled and looked away, down at her phone. “It shouldn’t be like this.”
“I’ll hate you for as long as we both shall live,” I uttered the mantra we’d been repeating to each other for the last four years.
“Hate you,” she repeated in a soft voice. “For as long as we both shall live.”
And so the hurt continued.
On behalf of 1001 Dark Nights,
Liz Berry, M.J. Rose, and Jillian Stein would like to thank ~
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Benjamin Stein
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InkSlinger PR
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Table of Contents
Book Description
Prologue
Chapter One
Chapter Two
Chapter Three
Chapter Four
Chapter Five
Chapter Six
Chapter Seven
Chapter Eight
Chapter Nine
Chapter Ten
Chapter Eleven
Chapter Twelve
Chapter Thirteen
Chapter Fourteen
Chapter Fifteen
Chapter Sixteen
Epilogue
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