Ridge

A flicker of irritation sets my nerves on edge, and I fight the urge to punch the alpha in his face. Sable, on the other hand, doesn’t react to his stern rebuke the way I expect. She stares at Trystan, her blue eyes wide, and then nods.

“You’re absolutely right,” she says. “Thank you. I’m not the girl I was before.”

Okay, so I’m not fully on board with his hard-assed methods, but fuck if that didn’t work.

“I also need to figure out what this means,” Sable goes on, lifting her fork to spear a hunk of potato. “Why am I a witch? How does this affect me?...