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280 pages, Kindle Edition
Published January 11, 2021
My hair was the kind of fiery red that made me think God had turned the saturation up to eleven on his divine Photoshop.
"A person often meets their destiny on the road they took to avoid it," Jasper said.
I looked up at him, confused. "What?"
"Jean de la Fontaine. French poet. I do read, you know," he said, arching an eyebrow.
I knew what this was. This was a hallucination. I'd gone totally bonkers, and my dream guy and my nightmares were colliding into some freakish collab from Hell.
I hurried down to the garage beneath the Loft to find Jasper straddling a motorcycle, playing with the straps of a helmet.
I paused. The guy had enhanced speed and strength and yet apparently had one of these sitting around in the garage.
Not that I was complaining...
"I'm either of those things. Aren't the Fae, like, perfect-looking?"
"No, you're definitely not Fae," Jasper agreed.
That was it, I was going to kill him.
"Very brave, girl. You've got some spine to you. I'll enjoy breaking it."
"You've got some pretty good moves. I wouldn't mind watching you work."
"Sienna!" I hissed. "Fight him, don't flirt with him!"
"I know."
"Sawyer," Sienna said gently. "Be polite."
Sawyer appeared to mull over this concept of "politeness" before nodding. "Please, continue telling me things. I'll pretend I don't already know them."
I nearly burst out laughing when I saw him. "Dude, really?" I teased.
Leon finished clipping his helmet and strapping on the tiny goggles over his eyes. Then he somehow maneuvered himself onto an electric scooter that looked comically small for him.
"You laugh, but mine's planet-friendly, you gas-guzzling Neanderthal," Leon said.











