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.