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

by Albany Walker

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.”

“So, is she still alive?” I bite my lip. I’m not sure I ever want to meet the woman Grim described as beautifully chaotic. “In you. When you chose to be born here, she ended and you began.”

Calix rolls his eyes and lets out a huff. “I have never in my life met anyone who owns what they are more than you, Dami. Knowing your origins doesn’t change who you are.”

“All we need to do is make sure they know not to turn this into some kind of power game.” I grin and lean forward to place a soft kiss on his nose. “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.”

Gunnar swoops me up in his arms and nuzzles my neck. “Stop threatening to maim people—you know how excited I get.”

“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.”

“They were witches—witches who were performing rituals on baddies to steal their powers. Should I have let them go around killing my friends?”

“Stars, don’t you have someone who can take one for the team and fuck the stick out of her ass?” I direct my question to Torin. “I will donate a ball gag to the effort.”

With a whispered confession, I give Grim my truth, and it rings with certainty in my soul. “I would burn the world for you too.”

“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.”

“What do you want?” She swipes her hand under her nose. Messy. “What every girl wants. To stand on the bones of my enemies, and to look fabulous while doing so.” I shrug.