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

by Kimberly Lemming

“Don’t be so dramatic. Brie is my best friend and Felix is my best demon friend. Don’t worry, you’re on the list too,” she said, waving him off. “Friendship is a level, not a straight line.”

My body felt cold once the gravity of the situation fell on me. That piece of shit tried to drug me.

What? The poor woman looked so tired. She set her drink down and ran a hand down her face. “Y’all motherfuckers are getting way too comfortable with me.”

Anyone who doesn’t have the tits for murder should stay towards the back.”

When my heart stopped beating in my ears, I looked around the dim room to see wall-to-wall shelves lined with glittering pink bottles. Familiar-looking glittering pink bottles. I moved closer and picked one off the shelf. “Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me.” Harmony shuffled closer to inspect the pink brew. “What is it?” Anger burned in my gut, but I kept my temper in check to avoid screeching out my rage. “These are the ass-hats that were making love potions,” I whispered. “Wow, these idiots really can’t get women on their own,” Alexis mused. “Is this whole cult just a cop-out for men who can’t talk to women?”

If one more fucking thing tried to eat me, I was going to burn the world to the ground.

“There is a deeply forbidding aura in this water, and it is not coming from me.”