Ambrosia (Frost and Nectar, #2)

by C.N. Crawford

“I’m getting you away from the fucking demons.” “Awkward that I’m one of them,” I muttered.

the supernatural gossips and tea-spillers.

As soon as the pain shot through my knuckles and the shards cut my skin, I realized the stupidity of not picking up a rock to break the mirror instead.

Ava, my love, what the fuck are you doing?

“What about the bouquet?” she asked. I slid off the bed. “I can make one.” She nodded. “Oh. Yeah. Like, literally.”