I want it on all public records that Manon Laurier is the world’s biggest thundercunt and I promise one of these days I’m putting mercury into her kneecaps. I have vowed a life of peace and helping supernaturals, but she is the exception to the rule.
It’s been over a week since the eyti attack and I would love to say that our time together laying low has been blissful, however, it’s been anything but. I used one of Isolde’s burner phones to call her friend Alaric, who was more than happy to come over and heal her. Izzy wasn’t happy I did that, but I didn’t give a s**t. She was in pain, and she didn’t have to be. I’m not so abrasive towards Alaric now since he healed the woman I love more than once. He even took care of that bullet wound of hers so now she won’t have a scar, but that’s the
