Agent of Enchantment (Dark Fae FBI, #1)

by C.N. Crawford

I rehearsed my mental motto in my mind. Be courteous, and be prepared to kill everyone you meet.

I’d never been trained in torture; it’s not like I was in the CIA.

“Before you tell me what happened, do you want some tea?” Always with the tea here. No wonder our forefathers threw crates of tea into the ocean. “No offense, but do you have coffee?” “Why would I find that offensive?” “I don’t know. You’re English. Coffee makes you shrivel and die.” “I assure you it doesn’t. That would be sunlight.”