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?

attuned

joists.

whittling

moseyed

studiously

imposing.

rueful

ingratiating,

clashed

Good morning,” Aury said in his quiet voice, stroking long fingers through Pearl’s feathers. She preened, clearly in heaven. I could relate. I wasn’t jealous of a chicken. No way.

hiking

swivelled

furtive

pinching.

milquetoast

crooned,

obscuring

mortified

volatile.”