Wyn (Monstrous, #3.5)

by Lily Mayne

I wasn’t sure he would appreciate me just killing them all so the

path was clear. Maybe I’d gently suggest it when we were closer.

A reason why the very essence of me had strained for him, desperately reaching out the moment I had seen his face for the first time. I had imprinted on him without conscious thought in that moment, my blood pounding for him. He was mine. He was always supposed to be mine. I had just needed to wait for a long time to find him. But the wait had been worth it.

“If it looks like you are in any danger whatsoever, I’m murdering them.”

“You know if I tell anyone all the sweet shit you say to me, no one’s gonna be scared of you anymore.”

It made me forever grateful that he wanted to be with me, because the thought of him falling prey to anyone who would take advantage of his gentle nature made me want to murder things. All the things.

The realisation that I might get to have this for the rest of my life made my throat ache. I held him closer and pressed my nose and mouth to the top of his head, content to breathe him in for the hours that he slept.

I would never admit it out loud, because he would gloat, but this was more than nice. This was… wonderful. There had never been—and never would be—another being in the universe who I could be this relaxed and content around. Not even Edin, who I trusted with my life. Danny made me feel peaceful.