That Time I Got Drunk and Yeeted a Love Potion at a Werewolf (Mead Mishaps, #2)

by Kimberly Lemming

“THIS HONOR IS RIPPING THROUGH MY SKIN LIKE THE POISON OF A BASILISK. YOU SICK WARLOCK OF PAIN!” “I know,” he chuckled. “It’s heinous. I’ve never gotten to do it to anyone else before.” He turned to Isaak and Balabash. “Who’s next?”