When the Moon Hatched (Moonfall, #1)

by Sarah A. Parker

“She took out an entire unit in the Undercity. Collapsed the lungs of seven soldiers before she even began tossing her blades. She slaughtered another twelve in ways that would make your insides wither, forged a cleft in the ground that took another six, then bit off the finger of a prestigious bounty hunter employed by the Crown.” Well. Good for me. I’d pat myself on the back if my skin wasn’t flayed.

I can see the smug look on her face when her body count is revealed.

I’m certain I’m seeing things as the crater begins to shake, a slash of relief almost severing me in two despite the massive crack weaving across the ground. Despite the way those ember eyes are locked on me—scarcely dressed, sprawled across the sand beneath another male intent on claiming the right to bind with me . . . Probably not a good time to commend him on his hunting skills, but damn—it’s tempting.

Raeve is finally coming to her senses like the good female protagonist she is. It's as if they're bound by fate or something and she knows she's better off with Kaan than on her own. Shocker.

Guess nobody saw Hock flick his pocket python at me.

That's ones thing to call it, I suppose. It ws such a tiny thing from such a large male.

“Yes. And I was getting my ass kicked. Grihm’s lethal when he’s in a shit mood, and my pride’s already bruised. Besides, somebody stole our snacks and the fucking brandy ran out.”

Here's the loveable side character that help eases Raeve into security about the place. And he's a redhead.

My rage—my rabid thirst for revenge—was blinding. I thought Kaan was a tyrant. A heartless monster. But he has such a big, warm heart I’m surprised it fits in his chest.

There it is. Men, scary looking guy with a bad boy reputation is actually big softie. Knew this would happen. Lol

I knew it was wrong. That I was breaking a thousand rules. But how could something so wrong feel so fucking right?

All that fabric felt unnecessary, so I unclipped a few tendrils here and there. Crisscrossed some. Tied knots in a few places. Released my inner crafty bitch and let her shine.