Reborn (Shadow Beast Shifter, #3)

by Jaymin Eve

Sure, we’d just made friends like toddlers in the park, but why did adults have to complicate everything? If you click with someone, be their friend. If they prove they’re not worthy of your friendship, bury their body and start again.

I was struck by the truth that real friends, as rare as they were, could be recognized in how they encouraged us—either via words or actions—to be the best versions, the strongest versions of ourselves. And when we couldn’t be strong, they were there to pick us up and hold us together.

“Wait,” I called after him, hurrying to catch up. “You didn’t confirm that the water won’t kill me?” “I didn’t confirm that my dick won’t, either,” he called back over his shoulder. “Guess only time will tell.”

But there was no time for slutterbrain today.

The Shadow Beast, demon of the darkness, and plunderer of my vagina. Okay, that sounded wrong, but sometimes wrong was the exact kind of right I needed.