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

by Kimberly Lemming

Damn cheese and milk in all its evil forms.

She’d come around. I just had to be patient. Calm. Avoid dairy.

“Who abandoned you, sweetheart? I’ll bring you his head.”

It was bad enough I was about to get eaten by the spare parts of a depressed taxidermist’s wet dream.

Anyone who doesn’t have the tits for murder should stay towards the back.” My knees shook with the weight of her words. I do not know if my tits were built for murder. I don’t even think they were built with my back in mind.