Festive with a Grumpy Fae

Epilogue

Slowly, I come awake. The cacophony of birdsong outside is nature’s most effective alarm clock, but it’s Boxing Day, and though the day after Christmas might be a huge retail event in the city, Godfrey and I agreed long ago to keep the store closed.

I don’t need to get up for ages, and I fully plan to go back to sleep.

But first, I roll over and study the sexy faerie sleeping beside me. Here, in my bed, even though Christmas is over. I get to keep him.

I fucking love the festive season.

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