My Fox Fae Fennrick
I thought about it.
His face.
His silhouette.
His cooking.
The way he always waited for me after work.
Honestly, it was hard not to fall for Fennrick.
“What a waste,” Lila sighed dramatically. “If only he wasn’t a fox fae gone off-track. Why don’t you get another one to distract yourself? Move on, girl!”
I shook my head. “Maybe someday. Not now.”
I didn’t feel like it for now.
After she left, my phone buzzed with a string of incoming transfers. Each one with more zeroes than the last.