The Hidden (Shadowed Wings, #1)

by Ivy Asher

What the rut? I repeat in my head, trying to figure out what the fuck he just said.

The way people here use Syta and Altern makes it clear that they’re titles of some sort. They’re said with reverence and respect and mark Zeph and Ryn as leaders or commanders maybe. It also seems anyone with a title is a raging douche bag.

feel the drive to wrap my naked body around him and hold on tightly. So instead, I punch him in the face.

“She definitely came this way, but it looks like she took to the sky here,” he announces, and then every one of them looks up. Shit. Shit, shit! I internally scream and do my best to think invisible thoughts.

invisible thoughts

I’ve never felt so fucking helpless in my life, and if I make it out of this alive, I will do everything I can to never feel this way again.

This seems to be her constant state of being

Ryn scrubs my face, neck and shoulders with soft moss that smells like hopelessness.

I want to turn around and watch the steam and water droplets caress their nice bodies, but I punch that thought in the boob and keep walking.

I introduce myself, and Sutton just stares at my waiting palm. “You’re supposed to shake it,” I explain, and his eyes move from my hand back up to my face. “Why?” he asks, curious, and I chuckle. “Honestly, I have no idea,” I admit. “Where I come from, people do it when they first meet.”

A nod to Lucy and Mr. Tumnus