Its the end! Again.
Being on the road has been fun an all (no, it hasnt). Van life is awesome (it sucks, theres no room for my fabulousness). But all good things must end, according to Fancy Fangs. Hes wrong. Good things should last forever.
Just so long as me, Victor and Adam dont end, right?
So after we solved a burly werewolf murder, got ourselves mixed up with an evil luxury hotel, were now in Florida! Sun, sea, and the troll mafia, a trap we walked right into, and did I mention THERES F*CKING FROGS HERE?!
We all gonna die.
