“She’s telling a story about monsters. I don’t like monsters.” “The world’s full of them, so better get used to them.” “Have you ever met a monster?” I thought about Tristan. And then I thought about Asher. Different kinds of monsters but both monstrous. And then, as per usual, my wings got gypped of a feather. “Yes.” She blinked her wide eyes at me. “Are they really scary-looking?” “No. Most look like you and me.” “You don’t look like a monster.”
