The Dawn of the Cursed Queen (Gods & Monsters, #3)

by Amber V. Nicole

You are his, correct? Is it not what you both scream relentlessly in the dead of the night?”

“It depends on the species,” Samkiel said, and then his spoon stilled in his mouth as both Orym and I stared at him. He lowered his spoon, his eyes widening a fraction as he looked at me. “Not that I would know or remember… ever.” My eyes narrowed. I banged the fruit down on my tray and pulled my leg away from his. When I scooted away from him, he reached under the table and tried to pull me back. I slapped at his hands, both of us in a small match of push and pull before Orym cleared his throat.

“Your funeral, buddy,” he tossed over his shoulder, and my lips pressed into a thin line, knowing his funeral was a hundred and twelve days from now. He would die in an attempted robbery.

So, do you want to be my stand-in daddy?” “Never repeat those words.”

“I hate this,” Dianna said through our connection. “Why do I have to be a giant flying worm?” The wind ate my chuckle. “Technically, you’re not a worm. Ryphors are ancient beasts and much more intelligent than a worm.” “It’s a fucking worm, Sami, and I hate you.”