Shadow Wings (The Darkest Drae, #2)

by Kelly St. Claire

How had I ever craved adventure? Adventure sucked big time. I wanted to go to the girl I’d been and have a serious talking-to with her, maybe smack her around a bit.

“You know, as kids we used to say if you slept under a butt-moon, you were destined to get crapped on.”

I owed Tyrrik an apology for slapping him with thirty-seven branches yesterday.

I was alone. Alone. With my knife. And a bajillion precious jewels. Conditions were perfect.

He frowned. “What do you have in your pockets?” My hands went to my skirt, and then I forced them behind me, acting as natural as I could when the gems clinked together. “Nothing.”