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

by Kimberly Lemming

“But if not now, darling, when?” “Yes, Brie,” Cinnamon purred. The edge in her voice was practically a knife to my throat. “Best friend of twenty years, whom I just spoke to less than an hour ago. When were you going to tell me you were married?”