Frost Burned (Mercy Thompson, #7)

by Patricia Briggs

“I know. It’s going to be months before I’m not explaining my face to everyone I meet. Hello. No, I was beaten by an army of muscle-bound men who didn’t even have the courtesy to be cute. No, don’t worry about it. I’m fine now. The nose just has a little bump—like Marilyn’s mole, it emphasizes the perfection of the rest of my face.”

You will eat this and go to sleep, so your pronouns get their antecedents back.

I was going to fight vampires, and my name wasn’t Buffy—I was so screwed.