“If she’s this agreeable with savagery, I wish my monster had the urge to claim her,” Arion grumbles. “If I don’t feed within the next week or so, my monster may take things into its own hands,” Damien points out very deliberately. “This monster is going to sleep right now,” I mutter into the werewolf’s chest. “Maybe you all should have spent the last five months—” “You’re never going to let that go, are you?” Vance interrupts, sounding amused. “Don’t worry, Violet. Such a small grudge will surely flee you soon enough. I’ll make it up to you.”
