Mr. Grumpypants actually smiles at me, a full, real, heart-stopping smile with mirth dancing in his eyes, teeth flashing, and his cheeks dimpling up behind that layer of dark scruff. Be still my panties. I think I’m in trouble…
You’d think after decades of hiding my feelings I’d want to reveal my lifelong secret love to my best friend privately, but NOPE. As the queen of ridiculously grand romantic gestures, I chose a Jerry Springer style television reveal.
Deirdre wants justice, she wants vengeance, she wants blood, and she’s willing to do anything to get it. Even if that means selling her soul to the fiend — a dark and malevolent creature that lurks in the far-off barrow in the blackest woods of the forest.