Friends with the Monsters (Friends with the Monsters, #1)

by Albany Walker

“I call big spoon.” I take in how serious Grim’s face is, and another surge of laughter escapes me. “Ah, hell. Little spoon,” Calix grumbles. “There’s no calling dibs!” Gunnar hollers.

I have no idea what he meant, but if he’s offering his soul, I’ll take it and hoard that shit like a dragon with treasure. I won’t ever let him leave me. I shake that thought away, scared that it even came from me.

“My touch, my scent, and just when you think you’ve had enough, I’ll make you love me.”