Promises and Pomegranates (Monsters & Muses, #1)

by Sav R. Miller

Typically, I go out of my way to avoid social interaction, especially with the likes of teenagers, but this wasn’t something I could very well avoid. I don’t put it past Elena to run. She feels trapped, like a broken bird caught in her gilded cage, eyeing the lock on her door without fail in case there’s ever a chance to bolt. Since I can’t very well risk that, I had to return to the Riccis’ Louisburg Square home with her, ensuring her wings stay clipped. At least for now. The whole ride over, she kept toying with the new ring on her finger, stealing glances at me from the corner of her eye as though she didn’t think I could feel the weight of her gaze. That’s part of my problem when it comes to the little goddess; I’m hyperfocused on every move she makes, my body so used to studying her from behind a screen that the openness of our interactions now feels somewhat alarming. Of course, that doesn’t explain why her perusal immediately makes my dick hard, but that’s another issue entirely. One I’m not willing to entertain right now, especially after the severity of the kiss we shared. I have to bide my time if I want all of this to pan out correctly. “You know, girls,” I say, meeting their stares, sliding my watch from my wrist, “a picture lasts much longer.” The youngest, Stella, ducks her head when I look up, playing with the end of a pigtail. Her brown eyes widen behind the square frames of her glasses, and she nudges her older sister with her elbow, grunting as if trying ...