What Hunts Inside the Shadows (Of Flesh & Bone, #2)

by Harper L. Woods

“I hardly think there would be any point to denying it. We all know you heard us when we were in Calfalls.”

“You might try it when you find your mate. Your overt lack of understanding of sex could be part of why your face is pinched up so tight it looks like someone sewed it that way.”

“Yes, we all heard you scream for him,” she said, snapping her attention back to me with a cruel smile. “Just because you’re willing to debase yourself in such a way, doesn’t mean the rest of us lack the self-respect to do so, Faerie whore.”

“I didn’t just fuck a Faerie,” I said, shrugging my shoulders as I leveled a glare at her. “I fucked a God. Remember that, the next time you think to trick yourself into believing that it was any kind of life, lying in bed with your legs spread for the flaccid flesh of the husband they chose for you.”

I will not be with a male who feels entitled to my body just because he has my heart,”

Why did it have to be snakes? She couldn’t have had an affinity for puppies?

“You were supposed to stay with the Wild Hunt. Not ride off into the danger,” I said, gesturing toward where Fenrir watched. He sat on his haunches, licking his paws clean as if he cared very little for the conversation that was coming. The fucker was a terrible influence. Unruly bastard was too bloodthirsty for his own good.