Chapter 3
“I want children. I long for children. My heart squeezes with the desire to see the combination of mine and my mate’s genetics melted together into a little, bouncing being of cuteness for all the world to marvel over … said no fae ever in the history of ever. And for good reason.” ~ Peri
Peri paced the clearing like a caged panther, her boots grinding against the sparkling grit of the draheim realm’s ground. She was ready to murder the next person—or wolf, or child, or oversized lizard—that so much as breathed wrong. “I’m never volunteering to babysit these mongrels again,” Peri grumbled.
Her mate sat on a fallen log, one arm cradling Hope as she sucked greedily on her bottle. Slate was nestled at his side, staring up at Lucian like he was the greatest thing since... Well, Pe
