Gypsy Moon (All The Pretty Monsters, #4)

by Kristy Cunning

Blood-orange eyes stare at mine through the veil of darkness in my mind…so many pairs of eyes.

Arion walks in, swings his gaze over me still wearing his shirt, and grins as he makes his shirtless way to me. If I had to label his look, I’d call him a gothic rocker.

Lots of smirking going on in this room today. That’s what happens when too many alphas all want to be the one in charge.

“Is that not the right word? I looked it up on the world wide web,” Tom says. “The Internet, Dad. I swear, ancient vampires who’ve been buried for a century are more current than you.

“Yeah, so…back to Emit,” Tiara interrupts, causing Leiza to make a small wheezing sound like she simply wants Tiara to shut up. “Has he gotten any more…masculine to you?” What…the…fucking…hell? Wh-what? Where did that come from? I glance at the mirror to see if I suddenly stopped looking like the brute I am. Nope. Still the motherfucking king of masculinity.

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Violet’s…unique. Every time I think we have her figured out, well…she’s tough to pin down. I’d call it multiple personalities, but I really think she hides what she truly thinks behind a stoic expression and completely different words from her thoughts,” Leiza tries to explain.

Can’t help but notice she’s sort of not just a gypsy. Spend enough time with Violet, and see how close she comes to death without true fear…and it makes an omega wolf wonder if Violet’s a new breed or something.” She gives a nervous clearing of her throat.

“Ladies and gentlemen, this is your future captain speaking,” Arion’s voice says smoothly over the intercom, causing Emit to roll his eyes and Damien to release a small groan. “It’s apparently a lot quicker to cross the Atlantic in this era, so the trip time will be considerably shorter than it was the last time I personally made it.”

I didn’t really want to do this solo. I’m questioning why I have a very confusing relationship status with four guys, who all claim to want me, yet have to face things like this castle alone.

“I’m a little worried that Blue’s scaring you,” Arion says next to my ear, as he easily holds me to him. “Why wouldn’t a crazed, feral monster scare me?” I snap, feeling him grin next to my cheek. “You’re curled around one far worse than Blue, love,” he dutifully informs me.

I’m too much of a hot mess for fancy things.

“We’re monsters, Emit. We always do the terrible things we’re not supposed to. It’s how we became monsters,” I tell him as I turn and walk away. I’ll not fucking give her up.