Fae & Fangs by Kate Seger

Author:Kate Seger [Seger, Kate]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2023-07-14T23:00:00+00:00

The rest of the ball sucks, comprised mostly of Vlad’s disapproving looks and not-so-subtle shakes of his head. Worse yet, when I finally make it back to my bland suburban nightmare of an apartment—following an awkwardly silent and brooding ride home with Snaggletooth—another problem becomes immediately apparent.

Sleeping in this monstrosity of a mask is an exercise in utter futility. There’s no way to do it. It’s impossible. No matter which way I twist, turn, or roll, the metal fingers stab me somewhere…the eye, the ear, the cheekbones, the back of my skull.

So yeah, I’m overtired and extra grumpy following my sleepless night when I storm into Vlad’s office bright and early the following day.

“Easy on the door, Poppy Prinn,” Vlad exclaims with a wince, looking up from the stack of papers on my desk as I slam it closed behind me.

I bare my teeth and snarl at him because this would never have happened if he hadn’t made me go to the stupid ball.

“Take me to him. Now,” I growl.

Vlad’s brow furrows, and he looks at me like I’m speaking a foreign language or something. “Him? Whom do you speak of?”

I throw my arms in the air and huff. Why is he so goddamn dense? “The asshole dude you know who can get this thing off of me. What is he? An orthopedic surgeon or something? Gonna cut it off?”

Vlad, mid-sip from his mug, laughs so hard he spits coffee clear across the room. I think some even shoots out of his nose. He’s fucking lucky none of it got on me. I am in no mood.

“What’s so funny now, douche canoe?” I snap.

Vlad attempts—not entirely successfully, in my opinion—to force a neutral expression as he says, “While I can see why you think a hand specialist might help,” he waves in the general direction of the skeletal hands on my mask, but I don’t find the joke nearly as amusing as he does, “that wasn’t what I had in mind.”

I give him the nastiest look I can muster, folding my arms across my chest to resist the urge to punch him.

“Well, what did you have in mind?”

Vlad gets up and walks toward the door.

“Follow me, Poppy Prinn. We’re going to the morgue.”

I perk up. The morgue? I’ve always wanted to check out the morgue, being supremely interested in dead things. I have no clue how the morgue will resolve my current trapped-in-a-deeply-cursed-mark problem, but I’m willing to see where this path leads.

“Oh, well, why didn’t you say so? Let’s go.”

I follow Vlad out into the hallway, then down to the stairwell because Goddess forbid we take the elevator like everyone else. Despite being immortal and having a heart that will slowly beat for an eternity, Dr. Vlad is always looking to get some extra cardio in.

Finally, we make it to the basement that houses the morgue. I shiver, but not in a bad way. I like this chilly, sleek, no-nonsense ambiance down here. It isn’t trying to be something it’s not like the wards upstairs with their cheap, tacky floral art.

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