When the Moon Hatched (Moonfall, #1)

by Sarah A. Parker

“Are you attending the Great Flurrt celebrations?” Pyrok asks, and I lean forward, getting to work unfolding the rest of the scrunched larks. “I’ll be lifting the platforms, of course.” “I mean the actual festival.” I quirk a brow, sliding him half the pile. “Have I ever?” He still makes no move to help, instead narrowing his eyes on me. “You really think now’s the right time to turn all stubborn prick?” Perfect time, actually. “The last Great Flurrt we spent together was the last time I saw her alive.” I flatten another lark and slap it on the pile. “We spent the slumber together, and the following dae I flew off to help rebuild a village. The next time I saw Elluin, her limp body was being carted into the sky by her mourning dragon,” I growl, slamming another lark on the fucking pile. “So no, the idea of inviting her to the Great Flurrt celebration doesn’t thrill me, nor will I apologize for my reluctance.” “Maybe this time will be different?” I chuckle—low and without humor. “Maybe she’ll fillet my heart in a different direction? Undoubtedly. She’s quite fond of filleting. Quite good at it, too.”