A TASTE OF TEMPTATION: Vampire King And His Hybrid Bride
I’d been honing it ever since I discovered it, much to the chagrin of my unfortunate friends.
I’d tested it on Mustache, making his signature mustache vanish for an entire day. He’d taken it in stride, chuckling and assuring me that his identity wasn’t tied to his facial hair. I returned it to him in gratitude for his easygoing nature. Faerry, however, was a different story. When I made one of her wings disappear, she’d been less amused, glaring at me with such fury I thought she might hex me on the spot. Even White, who was usually composed, had balked when I turned one of his wings black and the other white, his eyes narrowing as he inspected the mismatched feathers. Lesson learned—my pran
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