The Exorcism of Faeries (Morbid Realities, #1)

by J.L. Vampa

Namely, the professor at the chalkboard addressing the small group of students and directing them to open their Biodiversity textbooks to Page 394.

'Snape, Snape, Severus Snape.'

All right, Jane Bennet, get your shite together. You are a Lizzie, damn it. And this man is no fucking Darcy.

“There’s a little phrase wise women live by. If he wants to, he will. It’s usually more romantic than our particular scenario, but the point still stands. If you wanted to murder me, you would. Now, come on.”

She looked exhausted. He should tell her to sleep. To eat. But instead, he opened his stupid mouth to begin an argument.