Jun 7, 2017
@tripfindlay
Foul was the mildest available word to describe the fae’s current mood.
The mere thought of large men in stained vests crawling around her tiny apartment caused her heart to beat a little faster than usual in the most unpleasant way. Her landlord should be thanking any God he knew that she was not an Imp. Whatever they were doing with the walls was his idea, after all.
Christina dragged herself to Tropical Inn’s front desk carting three different bags, the dark circles beneath her eyes making that five in all. The brunette wasn’t even able to get a room request out before her sarcasm took over.
“Nice shirt...”
