More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
I could be horny and think I’m starving; it’s always been hard to tell.
“Oh my god,” he whispers, shocked. “It’s Krypt, actually,” I give him my name and grab his hands, tying them behind his back. “And I’ll be your devil. Not your god.”
“Lil baby Ghosty and Krypty.

