
why would you believe in fairytales when your life was one?


Life is good in the funeral home, friendship has become something much more, and Beth has gone a long way toward shaking Daryl of his initial shyness. But when he comes home from hunting to her own kind of ambush, she gets a lot more than she was expecting. Though maybe also exactly what she wanted.


“She’s like a needle to a junky, she’s like whiskey to a drunk, she’s like poker to a gambler, she’s like a bullet in a gun, She’s in his blood, he can’t explain the rush When he gets with her, Might be the death of him, but he’s addicted, man, He can’t quit her.”
