At what point would it be considered not rude to just thrust my hand into the book and bonk Evie and Trystan’s heads together and yell ‘Kiss and Confess, you dolts!’
Because I really really really wanna
The absolute magic of pure play grumpy meets sunshine in the assistant to the villain is curing so many unsaid things in my life.
PS: how can something so YA and closed door make you feel like you are running a marathon in a sauna.