Vale of Dreams (Fey Academy for Spies, #2)

by C.N. Crawford

There, they finally admit their feelings for each other, and they bang.

Terrific. I’m surrounded by psychopaths.

“Let’s do it, then. I’ll become the mistress to the worst person in the world.”

Maybe this is what everyone needs after a breakup: onion farming.

And yesterday, you found a weird-looking carrot⁠—” “It looked like a penis, and it was delicious.”

I suspect that while we’re together, Talan and I will be playing a deadly game of hide and seek with each other.

“There’s only one woman for me, and she is a figment of my imagination, a voice in my thoughts.”

My breath stills, and shock courses through me. The words aren’t spoken in Fey. He’s speaking English. And it’s a phrase that I know very well. Where your fairytale comes to life is the slogan of the bookstore where I worked back in LA. My mind reels. All this time I was hearing his thoughts, I never imagined he was hearing mine, too. I lie awake until dawn.