“I can’t believe you,” Crystal roared, pushing her way back into his apartment.
Kris rolled his eyes, having every intention to push her back out of his clean space. She didn’t need to see him like this. No one did. Marked up for a rerun through high school, ruined after losing his mate. And now Crystal’s in his apartment… all over again.
Fine, yes, he needed her at the moment. His world turned into the far reaches of the Hallowing Shift as if he had never left. Only constant reporting and eyewitnesses commenting on a life they couldn’t possibly know, seemed legitimately worse.
Crystal was unlike Colla. Not a witch. Just a b!tch.
A part of him knew that when they first hooked up. She wouldn’t bother growing up and he’d grow tired of her nagging. But that mouth… ah, yes… that mouth
