When the Moon Hatched (Moonfall, #1)

by Sarah A. Parker

So close I’m struck with a smoky musk pinched with the smell of freshly split stone, softened with notes of something buttery.

I’m calling it rn, with no real evidence but the fact she’s describing smells, THIS is a love interest

Tangles of red hair hang before his eyes, orange flames barbered into the shorn sides, framing the elemental bead hanging from his lobe like a drip of blood.

I can only picture him as an evil Rengoku from Demon Slayer rn 😂

“You’re the family I never had,” I whisper, and her lungs empty with a shuddered exhale . . . She doesn’t fill them again.

NOOO ESSI