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

by C.N. Crawford

I do whatever the fuck I want, love, and when I die someday, I will have no regrets. It’s the privilege of being me.”

I stumble to my nightstand and fling the drawer open, hoping to find my extra inhaler still in it. Instead, I find three combs, a book titled Vampires Stay Hard, and glitter eyeliner. I blink, gasping for breath.

“He left me for a singer.” Also true. “So, the man is a fucking idiot. Would you like me to torture him to death? I would use the rack again, if it made you happy.”

Exactly.

“Anyway, not to worry. You might loathe me, but you are mine now, and if anyone tried to burn you at the stake, I’d make them wish they were never born.”

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

OHHHH

“In the winter, though?” Aisling blurts. Jasper blinks at her. “I’m sorry, who are you?” “It’s Aisling.” He nods. “Right. Shut the fuck up, Aisling.”