Can You Take It? (Infatuated Fae, #4)

by Jeneane O'Riley

When I gave him a concerned, appraising look, he only shrugged and continued on until at last we came to a watermelon-sized black hole in the ground where he tried (unsuccessfully I might add) to force his large, muscular body through. “Dude.” He looked up at me from the ground, where he was trying to jam his waist through. “Huh?” I kneeled beside him. “Are you taking me somewhere to torture me for what my mother did to you? Is that why you begged the warden woman to not send me off—you wanted me all to yourself? Also, can I even die…again?” He moved to sit on the ledge of the hole, still trying to shove one thigh in. “What? Why would you think that?” “Where are you taking me?” My arms were crossed and my tone serious, but I couldn’t seem to get rid of the laughter in my eyes as I watched the six-foot-five Unseelie continue to try and fit through a hole the size of his head. At this point his beefy thigh had gotten wedged in and wouldn’t budge, so he just sat, staring up at me with a whole leg through the floor.

Eli is thirsty and dying go be the turkey between the evil lady and sexy man sandwich