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

by Albany Walker

you have the sensitivity of an avocado.”

“If they piss me off too much, I’ll just kill them all and let the chips fall where they may.” Gunnar lets out a soft sigh. “She really is perfect.”

“Try not to kill anyone,” he tells me. I hook my thumb in Grim’s direction with my mouth hanging open. “He’s literally Death, and you’re telling me not to kill anyone? Pshh.” “Oh, let her have some fun,” Gunnar chastises Calix as he gets out of the car. “You weren’t saying that when she was going to kill that entire coven of witches,” Calix counters over the top of the car, loud enough that it reaches all the men standing near the front door like some sort of fucked up secret service agents. “That would have been a headache,” Gunnar replies with a nod. “You think her killing everyone who pisses her off here would be any easier?” Calix points at the men behind him as Grim gives me his hand, helping me from his side of the back seat. “Stars, they act as if I have no self-control,” I mutter,

“You may not possess me, because I am my own, but I give myself to you freely. I pledge your name will be the only name I cry out for.” “Did you just marry her?” Calix stomps over, incredulous. “Aye,” Gunnar confirms. “You didn’t even ask her.” “She’s accepted my gifts, and I’ve spoken the vow.”