Some Kind of Monster (Friends with the Monsters, #2)

by Albany Walker

“We could just go… Death can get you two there,” Gunnar implores. “But I’ve never been on a road trip.”

“I don’t require a weapon,” Grim states. Calix snorts and rolls his eyes. “Shotgun means she’s calling the front passenger seat,” he clarifies. “Why would weapon choice determine where you sit?”

I’m going to die. Stuck between you two like some fucking hog on a spit.” “Shush.” Calix strokes his fingers mostly over my hair, but he misses and ends up dragging his sleep heavy hand half down my face, pulling down my lips.