Gypsy Truths (All The Pretty Monsters #6)

by Kristy Cunning

Maybe this is why I love their monsters so much. I think their monsters loved me before they did.

She dares to be openly curious, in a world that mocks you for not already having all the answers.”

Nope! Not today, satan. Not today.”

My eyes dart across the toy-littered floor, full of many other skateboards, balls, and various other objects meant to trip a man up, as though this room is designed to kill you with fun things.

“I’ve never once been in charge of this shit show. Why is everyone suddenly letting me win arguments?” I ask, reminding them both who is really at fault for this mess.

Oh fuck my life. I have a camel toe problem. I have a leather jumpsuit camel toe problem.

“He’s not. At this point, I don’t understand all the pieces on the table. Somehow, we’ve been sucked into a game. Only this time, we’re pieces on the board. Violet’s out of her league if she’s playing with Id—” “Don’t say her name again. Beetle Juice doesn’t need to show up tonight. Seeing Vance so adoringly affectionate, without an ounce of shame about it, would likely provoke her into violent action,” he says more seriously. “I’m getting paranoid.”

“You’re jealous. You’re bitter. You’re tired. And you’re jaded beyond repair. It’s sadly all you have left, since all of them love me,” she goads, winking over at Emit and Damien, who the camera pans to. Why are they standing there and watching like gaping fools? Fucking do something, you worthless tools. “My milkshake brings all the boys to the yard,” Violet carries on, not sounding at all sober. “Damn right, it’s better than yours.” Who got the bloody girl high on gypsy spice? Why would they think that’s a good idea? This is why I suffer constant aneurisms. “I feel like playing a little tag, Ribbon Girl. Bobo, sit the next round out,” Violet carries on, and then reaches out to drop the megaphone. “Fuck’s sake,” I say on a long

“Nine. Ten,” the corporeal, pigtailed, red-lipped, rosy-cheeked, baby-doll-dress-wearing Anna sings, as she struts in her high heels. “Hyde wants to play again.”

“That was Violet spinning out of control. She’s scary when she loses control. And pretty dangerous too. That’s a different face and attitude from the last one I saw. I reckon this one’s even scarier,”

“Your new beta is Pandora’s son, and he ruined my daughter’s future,” Marta says with all the finesse of a bulldozer crashing very unexpectedly through a wall.

All. The. Things. I will know all the things. For the rest of all eternity.

“Feeling cute,” Arion says, grinning like he thinks he’s adorable or some shit, as he lazily shrugs a shoulder. “May give you an orgasm. May not. I dunno.”