The Big Bad is gone. Me (Zee, obvs), Adam, and Fancy-Fangs are long overdue some down-time. I’d also like a foot rub, a string of Tom’s hallucination-inducing cocktails, and endless hours of some much-needed personal time with my two favorite people between the sheets. And my pole.
Hello, happy ever after!
But it turns out, fate ain’t done with us yet.
Everyone’s favorite sunshine twink is great at unexpectedly unaliving folks who probably deserve it. What he’s not great at is keeping secrets. So when Adam packs our bags and springs a surprise vacation on us, it’s obvious—even to Lord Fancy-Fangs—that something is up.
We’ll play along and won’t ask questions, because it’s Adam. He’ll tell us what’s really going on… eventually.
But as we take the SOS HOTEL team on the road, and the weirdness stacks up (biker gang werewolves, psycho witchy influencers, wicked trolls and sinkholes), there’s one question me and Fancy Fangs can’t shake.
What the f*ck do dragons run from?
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