Edin (Monstrous, #2)

by Lily Mayne

posture wary.

refrained.

raspy.

jibed,

crookedly.

spooled

aquiline

“I’ve wanted to fuck you since the first moment I saw you, josdo,” he said, and my heart started to pound harder in my chest. “Josdo?” I repeated, trying to pronounce it just how he had—joz-doh. My voice was hoarse. “What does that mean?” Edin grinned wide, fangs glinting as he leaned forward. “It means ‘morsel’, human. Because that day we met, when I told you I didn’t want to eat you…” He leaned even closer to nuzzle my ear, making a pleasant shiver run up my spine. “…I lied.”

indignation

wry

perplexed.

contrite

distorted

gearing

thwarted

lurched

amble,

My eyes burned

jaw ticking,

tension making my shoulder...

perplexed

baffled.

apprehension

knotted

cacophony

ambled

visceral

mortification,

repugnant.

tugged

Suddenly, I couldn’t wait, and even the idea of returning to the military became unthinkable. How could I give all this up to go back to that grey, order-filled life that felt like a string of endless non-achievements and pointless tasks? Maybe my life out here would still be pointless and achieve nothing other than a hopefully comfortable existence, but at least it would be mine. My decisions. My choices.

rasped

morphing

admonishment.

bobbed

It was knowing that the pain of losing him, when it did happen, was worth the time that would precede it. Because it would happen; I would outlive him, as much as the thought filled me with bone-crushing despair. But in some ways, I felt like that knowledge made me love him even more.