I Married a Birdman (Prime Mating Agency, #3)

by Regine Abel

To my shock, Luana grabbed my forearm and thrust herself in front of me. Her beautiful eyes, leveled on Martin, threw daggers. “First of all, I am not your leader. I am your leader’s daughter. But the minute things got heated, everyone wimped out and dumped this mess on my lap to deal with,” Luana snapped with a ferocity I had not expected from her. “Second, if I’m gaping like a damn fish, it’s because I’m floored to see how pathetically flimsy these so-called defenses you have been building for us actually are. Dakas merely bitch-slapped that pole, and it keeled over. And this was supposed to keep the hundreds of souls in this village safe? Instead of making a nuisance of yourself, you should shut the fuck up—for once—and try to learn a thing or two from the people who actually know what they’re doing and who are trying to fix what you failed to accomplish.”

Luana has a backbone. Slayy queen