Stacey Marie Brown

“You can’t even fight off fae glamour.” He motioned to me. “How could you supersede a fae treasure?”

A wicked smile teased my mouth. “Don’t you get it?”

“Get what?”

“I am the nectar.”

All I understood was that Warwick and I walked the line, and even if we lived in the gray, we fucked in color.

“Te valodi vagy… sötét démonom.”