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218 pages, Paperback
First published September 27, 2024
“And we’re just two normal people having a look around.”
Zee fluttered his lashes. “Babycakes, the normal ship has left the harbor and sailed off the fucking map into shark-infested waters.
“I know what you’re implying, Fancy Pants. Decapitating your sucker queen was an accident. Adam gets it.”
“A miscommunication,” I agreed.
Victor sighed. “As I was saying, delaying the meeting with Leomaris will not solve anything. We should meet post-haste.”
“Who’s that?” Zee asked.
“What?”
“Post Haste, who are they? You’re not making any sense. Are you low on red blood cells? Do you need a top up?” Zee waved at me. “Adam will volunteer and I’ll watch, for science.”
“We need you there,” he whined. “I need you there. When it’s just me and him, it’s weird. You’re the lube that smooths things over, the custard middle of a delicious donut, the cheese in the mac and cheese. It doesn’t work without you. It’s just curly pasta without you. Do you hear me? Just weird, erotic, hot as fuck, messed-up pasta.”
“You remember how Agatha wanted to harvest all your best bits for FaeMade ® face creams?”
Zee paled. “Do not fucking remind me. I’m working through it with my therapist.”
“You have a therapist?”
“Tom Collins at three a.m.”
Victor was nodding also. “Tom at two a.m.”
My slot was four a.m.
“We don’t really do normal here.” After handing the sheet back, I ruffled my hair and shoved my hands into my pockets. “Fine, it’s all fine.” We had bodies up chimneys and in flower beds, gremlins on staff, and an unregistered shadowbeast in the attic. Zee had allured a racist detective, and my true identity was close to being cracked wide open. But it was absolutely fine.

I had a health and safety inspection to prepare for, a horde of reporters to hide from, and a hotel to keep afloat.
I […] tried not to think about the big questions hanging over us. When would Princess Daisy make her move in revenge for the death of her mother? What was Cain’s next play? When would my sweet and innocent act no longer cut it?