Forest of Dreams and Whispers (The Fae of the Forest)

by Katherine Macdonald

“My sweet, despicable villain! You’re looking just as hideous as I remember.”

“Ah, so you do find me attractive!” “Did you hurt yourself, making that stretch?”

Saddle my horse, my significant bother!

He may not have been born feeling this way, but he was born to feel it—in the way a tree was doomed to know moss and mould and lichen.

Don’t hold back now, my delicious downfall.