I love books set in Charleston, when the authors get things mostly right. Acevedo got Charleston mostly right. I didn’t growl a single time. Which is funny since there was a lot of growling in Werewolf Smackdown – by werewolves, of course.
Poor Felix, his track record with women – of all sorts – is the pits. Ah well, at least he made it out of Charleston alive – in that undead sort of way. That’s a win, particularly for readers, since it means we’ll get to watch him struggle with the Areneum and more women again.