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214 pages, Kindle Edition
First published August 9, 2024
I’d begun the day learning that my vampire lover had left, while also discovering a goo portal in my room, and I didn’t have enough money to stop the gremlins from eating the hotel. And somehow, the day had gotten worse since then.
“Right, so . . . yes. This thing. About me. Erm. So. There’s this thing, about me,” I repeated. “You may have noticed, I’m not exactly a normal human.”
“What?” Zee mock-gasped, both hands going to his mouth, pink nails glittering. “Adam Vex isn’t human? Say it ain’t so! Is my middle name gullible?”
“Would you like me to answer that?” Tom asked, interrupting to make it clear he was listening in too.
“He got something stuck in his throat? Getting a name from a pixie is about as likely as getting Sebastien to admit he’s a fuckface. Imma get a drink. Fancy Fangs, you want another Bitch?”
“No thank you, I already have one.”
Zee gasped. “Oh my fucking what?! Did you just . . . You did not just call me a bitch?!”
Victor smirked, as though he was a mere seventy percent innocent.
The red mood lighting highlighted Victor’s sharp fangs.
“Ohh, nice.” Zee grinned. “Just like the red room at Razorsedge.”
“With fewer dildos,” Victor said.
Zee gasped. “Did you just make a dick joke? What is happening?
“Like the Spice Girls,” Zee said. I had no idea who they were. Perhaps they set fire to things too?
“How so?” Victor asked.
“You’re Daddy Spice, obviously.” Victor’s left eyebrow arched. “I’m Sexy Spice, and Adam is . . .” We waited a while, until Zee shrugged and settled on, “Boring Spice.”
“That’s a whole lot of fuck-no.” Zee recoiled. “All aboard the nope train, we’re leaving this fucking station. Everyone who isn’t a sucker get behind me.”
"It’s me. Hi. I’m the problem. It’s me.”
THE HOTEL SO FAR…
BY ZEE
Once upon a time, a boring sunshine twink named Adam Vex, saved a spicy, brilliant demon (me), and together we opened a run-down hotel for Lost Ones.
Shit went south from day one.
His hair had been glued to his face, his wings dripped blobby bits, and his wet net-vest clung to his chest.
He peered through narrow, sticky eyelashes. “I have been lubed.”
"You eat people? So what. Nobody is perfect."
Victor raised his free left hand—the right I still had hold of—and stroked a finger along Zee’s jaw. “Understand?”