Frost Burned (Mercy Thompson, #7)

by Patricia Briggs

“It sounds worse than it is,” she assured him. “No,” Adam disagreed. “It is exactly as bad as it sounds.”

“I love you,” he said. “I know,” I told him seriously. “How could you help it?”

take the sword.” He held it out again. It looked wicked and wrong in a room filled with Thomas the Tank Engine’s cheery presence.

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