The Wrath of the Fallen (Gods & Monsters, #4)

by Amber V. Nicole

“What if I grow horns? Like the permanent kind?” She wrinkled her nose as if picturing how it would look as she braided her hair back off her face. I tilted my head and studied her. “Depends,” I said. “Depends on what?” Her eyes caught mine in the mirror. I shrugged and stepped in close behind her. Losing her had been torture, and I couldn’t stand any distance between us right now. “How big are we talking? Can I hold on to them?” It took her a second to catch on to what I was implying, and when she did, her hands stilled on the end of her braid. Her frown turned to a smirk, and she kicked back, aiming for my shin. “I’m being serious, you perv.” Shifting to dodge her kick, I grinned. “Oh, I am, too,” I said innocently, placing a hand on my chest. “I am very serious about holding you for my pleasure, but horns or not, I’ll love you all the same.” Her eyes narrowed as she chewed on the inside of her lip. “What about a tail?” I placed my hands on her hips and kissed her cheek. “Doable,” I said with a shrug. She snorted. “Good to know you have no limits when it comes to me.” “Absolute zero.”