The Devil Made Me Brew It (The Witches of Wayward Bay #1)

VIOLET

“Look. I appreciate that you’re magically obligated to help me, and yes, that’s entirely my fault, and something I hope to make up to you once we straighten out this whole heart’s desire thing. I also appreciate that you’re going the extra mile to get to know me and help figure out how I can better connect with my customers. But seriously? Why are you pushing me so hard in there? What’s your end game?”

Devlin leans back against the check-in desk, arms crossed, totally relaxed. “It’s no game, mushroom. I’m pushing you because behind all that passion for tea, behind all your words about saving the shop, you’re stuck. Something is blocking you from truly tapping into your magic. Your potential. That elusive heart’s desire we’re supposed to unlock. And I’m trying to get you unstuck. So, you tell me.” He steps closer, backing me against the wall until I’ve got no choice but to look up and meet his eyes. “Why are you pushing so hard to resist me?”

There’s nothing but honesty in his gaze, in his energy.