Gypsy Freak (All The Pretty Monsters, #2)

by Kristy Cunning

“Now why would I need a bunch of sharpened pencils?” Shera walks in, shutting the door behind her when she grows tired of waiting for an invitation. “It was fun sharpening all of them, and that drawer looked empty.” When I open the next drawer, I find it also full of sharpened pencils. I give her a wry look. She shrugs unapologetically. “It was empty too.”

“Do you want me to stab you with a pencil too?” I ask her, holding up my fun new weapon. It’d break on a sternum, but it’d still hurt real good.

Damien and I both swing our gazes to the beta I have penciled to the wall now that he’s released the illusion. And by penciled to the wall, I mean I’ve stabbed two-hundred-and-forty-three slightly long pencils into key places on his body to pin him there.