Side chapter: Valentine's Day

I was going to die.

Not from some horrifying monster in an unknown dimension. Not from an insane cooking trial where Leora threw me into literal hellfire and told me to make a soufflé. And definitely not from some ridiculous skiing accident where I got teleported into another realm.

No.

I was going to die because I was an idiot who thought planning something for Valentine's Day would be easy.

We had been dating for seven month now.

Seven months. Seven. I had somehow managed to keep Rhiannon around for seven whole months, and despite all odds, she hadn't run away screaming yet.

We had been through literal chaos, yet nothing—nothing—had ever made me feel as completely out of my depth as this.

Because I wanted this to be perfect.

And I had no idea what I was doing.