“In what world did we ever think that supernaturals could live hidden among humans forever? Okay, this world. It was this actual freaking world. But apparently we were delusional. Reality has come knocking on our door and is asking for our rose-colored glasses back.” ~Jen
“Over my dead and decaying body, Jennifer.” Decebel’s eyes glowed a dangerous amber as he stared at her from across the room. For the past hour, she’d been trying to convince him to pull his stubborn, overprotective head out of his too-fine butt and see reason. It wasn’t working. Books, shoes, and baby toys lay haphazardly about the room where she’d thrown them during her more persuasive moments. Because they were currently guests in the sprite realm stronghold, she’d refrained from breaking anything valuable.
“That can
