Of Frost and Feather (Flame Cursed Fae, #2)

by Eliza Raine

I miss my home, and that's allowed, so fuck you." "Fuck me?" He takes a step toward me, eyes flaring. "Oh, princess, you keep standing there, wide-eyed and excited, sighing in pleasure like that, and I'll turn that 'fuck you' into a 'fuck me' the whole of Featherblade can hear."

EVERYBODY CALM DOWN