C17 Avery

Something was definitely wrong with me. Had to be. I was flirting with the enemy, squeezing my thighs together under the table to keep from walking over and planting myself in Darrius’ lap. His copper-colored hair and beard caught each flame in the fireplace. My entire body felt hot that had nothing to do with the fire and everything to do with the Fae warrior across from me.

And Malcolm