Broken Fae (Ruthless Boys of the Zodiac, #4)

by Caroline Peckham

Is it MY fault that Titan now has to take an online course and attend weekly health and safety lessons to prove he can ‘handle the dangers of a room full of potions and teenagers’?

Sometimes, I wondered how any Fae could waste so much time and effort to hate anyone. It must have been so tiring. I could take a nap just thinking about it.

Exactly how I feel when it comes to the word and feeling of hate.

“Yeah, yeah, yeah, I get that it’s about pleasuring someone else, I can lick pussy like I’m a world class harmonica player putting on the concert of my life,”

“Them! And the man with the power!” “What power?” I demanded. “The power of voodoo.” “Voodoo?” I frowned. “You do!” he laughed like a madman,

That was a whole hell of a lot of dicks and a girl only had so many places to put them.

We were in some sort of reading room with a polished oak desk in one corner and a decanter of port sitting on its surface. Beside it was an honest to shit golden harp. I had all the money in the world and I would never build a pretentious ass room like this. I mean okay, I’d probably build an adult sized indoor playground complete with ball pit when I had my own place, but this bullshit? Nah, not for me.