Little Risk of Fall (Creature Cafe, #8)

by Clio Evans

“Give me a second, I’m building the atmosphere.” “Jasper, you’ve helped me out with some difficult situations but I will end you.” He barked out a laugh, his eyes gleaming for a moment.

“You can feel that it’s time I find your soulmate because of your balls?”

Was there an immortal therapy hotline for creatures like Lucifer and the Barista? Could they sort out their shit so it would stop hurting others?

“Did he ask you to do this?” I asked, looking at the one who spoke. “Did he say ‘hey random witches— please abduct the human who’s living out their wildest sex dreams and kill him so I can come back?’”