Dark King (Court of the Sea Fae, #1)

by C.N. Crawford

I might be crap at powerful magic, but I was great at running in heels.

Was it just me, or were the worst people also the most beautiful?

“Where in the gods’ names are we?” He grimaced. “My mouth tastes as though I’ve been eating vinegar crisps.” Midir retched. “I have an unsettling memory of licking a demon’s horn at some point.”

“I am wearing cotton socks. For the love of all that is holy, what the fuck is going on?”

Gwydion heaved a sigh. “Fine. I vaguely remember the human girl. I don’t remember her name or what she looked like, but she’s tied up beneath a shop that sells frosted biscuits shaped like human baby faces.” “That’s not vague,” said Lyr. “It’s very specific.”

Gwydion sighed, pulling his phone out of his pocket. I’d had no idea the knights had phones. “Hang on. Oh, bloody hell. Did the fuath have data roaming turned on this whole time? Fuck pigeon.”

“Hey, you bang the meaty hands guy yet?” “Sure did, Debbie.” “Nice one, Tennessee. Thanks for the cloak.” Her large eyes blinked up at me.