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

by Albany Walker

There’s something about the personification of death walking around barefoot on my floors that makes my withered heart flutter.

“Perception is reality.” He blinks slowly. “Many beings that we consider to be Charmed exist because someone, or many someones, believed them into reality. One does not exist without the other.”

“Damiana.” I don’t offer her my much easier to pronounce nickname, she’s not my friend.

This isn't a hard name to fucking pronounce. Dah-me-ah-nuh. Seriously?

“You’re my only kink, sweetheart.”