"G'day. I'm Pet. Not, not Pet--I am a pet. Well, I was a pet: I used to belong to two fae and a stroppy vampire. Now I'm homeless. I mean, I was always technically homeless, but this time it's different. I just got used to having some kind of family, and now we're back to everyone wanting to kill ea
Between Homes (The City Between Book 5)
✍ Scribed by Gingell, W.R.
- Book ID
- 110517116
- Year
- 2019
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 124 KB
- Series
- The City Between 5
- Category
- Fiction
- ASIN
- B0822F2JWY
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
✦ Synopsis
G’day. I’m Pet. Not, not Pet--I am a pet. Well, I was a pet: I used to belong to two fae and a stroppy vampire. Now I’m homeless. I mean, I was always technically homeless, but this time it’s different. I just got used to having some kind of family, and now we’re back to everyone wanting to kill each other--and guess who the weak link is? I’ll give you a hint: it’s not the vampire, and it’s sure as heck not the fae.
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