Last Time at Beast Academy
“Little fool, you are drunk.”
I didn’t remember if I said anything. Maybe another curse word and his name and a bastard tacked onto all of that. The chuckles rumbled through his chest as he carried me away. I fell asleep as his hand wandered across my back.
There was only one thing in my mind when I woke up safely in my bed on Saturday morning with a raging headache and a dry mouth:
Fiona, I want to eat you alive.