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

by Albany Walker

“One thought of your soft skin or the smell of your hair and I ache. Even the blue sky teases me, reminding me of your eyes and how they darken when you look at me, just like a storm on the horizon.”

I roll my eyes. “I’m not having an existential crisis here, Loverboy. I’m asking what I am. What kind of monster am I?” I clarify. Grim lifts his chin in understanding. “You are the daughter of Lilith, a goddess of life.”

“The Nemean and Berserker think you want to be left alone because we’re idiots, but I think you already know we are idiots and we should be begging for your forgiveness.”