Master of Salt & Bones

by Keri Lake

Moody as a bat sunbathing on the beach.

After all he’s told me about the woman, I feel like he’s leaving me with Norman Bates’s mother.

And I can assure you, I’m not here for your son’s cock. Legendary, or not.”

It’s a bad habit, talking back. One that’s gotten me in trouble more times than I care to admit, but it’s also completely reflexive. I can’t help the things that fly out of my mouth sometimes,

my face was a trouble magnet, drawing the kind of bad boys whose imaginations were confined to the brain between their thighs.