All I’ve ever wanted is to live in a fantasy world, and, yes, I am willing to sell my soul to a moth faerie prince to make that happen.
Which is perfect because after I’ve accidentally, maybe, kinda, sorta hit one with my car, that’s exactly what he asks for.
My soul.
And a kiss.
But we won’t talk about that. Because he told me not to. And I’m very good at keeping secrets. (Especially the one about how he flew into my headlights. I didn’t immediately blurt that to his chihuahua shifter and vampire cat friends at. all.)
I know I’m in over my head when he announces to his kingdom that I’m his soulmate and blackmails me into playing his “princess.”
In fact, I think I was in over my head long before I ever stepped foot in Faerie…