W-what are you?"Selena looked down at her rival. "What you should have been and never were. The Queen of the Witches.
You are the Worst Kind of Animal. A Butcher by Day and a Pussy Cat by Night.
What are you? The pregnant MacGyver?” “Best compliment I’ve had in a while.
God must think her a badass because he’d handed her this moment, and he didn’t dole out shit she couldn’t handle. That was a fact taught long ago by that miserable bitch called life.
Whatever you guys call it. Man up. Get your panties out of a wad. Put on your big boy shorts. Grow a set.
But still she stood, ready to get back at it. Badass and admirable.
You don’t even know me, or what I am capable of, boy.
Alanna Carrington, head witch of the Philadelphia Coven, hurtled his way, and with her, trouble was a guarantee.
God, woman.” He closed his fist, not bothering to count off the dozens of other things she shouldn’t do. “You give me heartburn.”“No. Those are orgasms I give you, baby.
