Ye screw with this lass, ye get put on yer ass.
Growing up with five older brothers taught me how to take a hit. Lucky for me because the hits I take as a druid make me yearn for the good old days of sucker-punches, rope burn, and steamroller.
There's no turning back and honestly—I wouldn't if I could.
In a city where vampires, mages, and hobgoblins hate me, I struggle to hold my own and fight the good fight. I was chosen to wear the mark of the Fianna for a reason.
I'm Fiona-freaking-Cumhaill.
We have dark witches, mutant fae, giants, and the worst? Disgruntled parents. We hold the line with the help of family and friends. We've got this! . . . I hope.
Ha! Famous last words.
