When the Moon Hatched (Moonfall, #1)

by Sarah A. Parker

The Other scowls at their crude language, wondering if possible mates of their own fae species find that sort of thing attractive. She most certainly does not.

bro even mysterious eldritch creatures dont like men. wake up.

“Who’s that?” My salvation.

She can’t be certain, but she wonders if he’s trying to say “You’re dead” through the material she stuffed in his mouth. The Other chuffs. Strictly speaking, he’s not incorrect.

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