He's the current bane of my existence…and the hot monster haunting my dreams.

Maybe if he weren't also the single father of one of my students, I'd be okay with the evening jaunts into the skankier parts of my subconscious, even though nothing ever goes anywhere.

I mean, a private elementary school teacher has to relieve stress somehow, right?

Unfortunately, the growly, grumpy man isn't just a parent my brain reimagines with fangs and claws; he's also possibly abusing his daughter.

Or part of a cult.

Or…just really, really awkward…and sweet…and smart…and hopelessly attractive…and…

Well.

And fae.