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214 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 19, 2024
“Just once, I’d like to leave the hotel and not get kidnapped. Or arrested. Or put in a pie. But no, Adam Vex can’t catch a break.”
I frowned at the limp and basic Tom Collins behind the bar. Zee had draped a sign around his neck that read: OUT OF ORDER. Then in brackets had added, more out of order than usual.
“How is anyone supposed to tell if he’s joking? His resting Reynard face never fucking changes.”
“Sweet baby Gareth!” Zee yelled.
“It’s Jesus,” I corrected, standing and searching for the flying, hissing thing.
“That’s not Jesus, it’s a fucking pixie!”
“Regardless of my feelings, which I am still trying to untangle, to admit to caring for my enemy is a step I cannot yet take.”
“Now might be a good time to demonstrate some of those abilities you claim not to have,” Reynard suggested. […]
“What do you think I can do that you can’t?”
“I realize you are displeased with me. And we will discuss it. But in order to do that, now would be a fabulous time to demonstrate what you supposedly cannot do, Adam.”
“I am very mad at you.”
“Naturally. Now, please focus on perhaps preventing our impending deaths so we might survive to argue later.”
“Adam, some assistance?”
“Although, Daddy Vampire.” Zee finger-walked up Reynard’s chest. “Is so fucking hot.”
Oh dear. If he said something he’d regret, it would be my fault for not stopping him sooner.
“Stick your penis up my ass and hammer me like a cheap whore,” Zee snorted.
Oh-kay, the regret ship had sailed.
“What the fuck are you people?”
“SOS Hotel management.” I straightened, sucked in a deep, centering breath, and smiled. “Sorry about the mess.”