“I need all the chocolate in this damn building, Avery.” She side eyes me again and then pets my arm in a way that should have been condescending but instead was affectionate. “I hear drinking the blood of your enemies helps with PMS. I’ll ask Ash to bring us a gallon.”

“I need all the chocolate in this damn building, Avery.” She side eyes me again and then pets my arm in a way that should have been condescending but instead was affectionate. “I hear drinking the blood of your enemies helps with PMS. I’ll ask Ash to bring us a gallon.”

— J. Bree