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

by Kimberly Lemming

A beautiful singer my lamb was not. Sipping my drink, I relaxed on the love seat, clapping when she finally finished. “Beautiful, my darling.” She stomped her foot and snarled. “Oh, don’t you patronize me! Are you out of love yet?”