Gypsy Moon (All The Pretty Monsters, #4)

by Kristy Cunning

My vision fades in and out as something loud crashes, and I stumble forward, feeling the small echoes and whispers in my ears, screams hitting me with too much force. Blood-orange eyes stare at mine through the veil of darkness in my mind…so many pairs of eyes. Breathe. Breathe. Breathe. I keep chanting the words, reminding myself to breathe, feeling my heart steadily climb as the voices slowly turn into sad, lost whispers.

“Vance was focused. It’s been ages since he focused. Thing of beauty while it happens,”

“That’s sort of the problem. I feel like the conduit for your feelings for them because you have heterosexual body parts with a homosexual mentality. I’m not sure I’m okay with simply being a conduit,”

Once she decided the entire mess was somehow my fault, she lost her temper and there went my head before I could even react.”

“She’s the Marta Portocale, one-fourth of the immortal Portocale Council, whose family they slaughtered, and she’ll be home soon,”

I’d call it multiple personalities,

“Really fast, so that it’s over as soon as possible,” Arion says from behind me. I can hear his grin growing. “I’m not sure you want to set the precedent as that being a bragging right,”

Violet’s eyes come up, silencing my thoughts, as the delicate creature casts a cold, somewhat alarming look toward Marta.

We all move unconsciously closer in some way, because it looks like Marta Portocale is backing down, as she takes a seat, her aggression almost leaving her stance.

Violet’s glare is gone in the next blink, and she smiles over at Marta,

“The bloody doll is a timer for how long Marta is allowed to be a raging bitch,” Emit—the village idiot in a lopsided toga—points out. “Marta was denied more time.”

She’s shown you her bite, but her lack of bark confuses everyone,” Marta says in a taunting manner. “We’ve seen her monster’s bark and bite,” I argue. She lets out a small laugh before looking away, clearly unconvinced. “No. You haven’t. Because there is only bite. Even her warnings are bites.