The Rycke (Monstrous, #3)

by Lily Mayne

Why did humans have to try and ruin and torture and hurt everything that they didn’t fully understand?

Then the beastie turned their head to look up at Rig with big, pitch black eyes, and I got my first proper look at their face. Their dark, greenish-black hair was no longer falling over it in unwashed waves. I exhaled a sharp, quiet puff of breath, glad my mask muffled the sound. They were the most beautiful thing I’d ever seen.