Wyn (Monstrous, #3.5)

by Lily Mayne

“Wyn, you romantic son of a bitch.”

“Oh my god, Wyn, you’re being so romantic today.” Danny threw his arms around my neck and grinned widely at me. “Are you sick? Do you feel—” “Shut up,”

“Danny.” I turned him toward me and cupped his face. “My sweet human. You know I love you, yes?” Danny looked uncertain—and a little suspicious. “Um, yes. I love y—” “But you were a terrible soldier,”

“You know if I tell anyone all the sweet shit you say to me, no one’s gonna be scared of you anymore.” I bared my teeth in a not-quite grin, leaning my head down to graze them over the shell of Danny’s ear. “Then you better not tell anyone.” He laughed. “I won’t. I promise.” His elbow nudged my stomach. “Can’t have that carefully cultivated reputation as an unfeeling, bloodthirsty murderer being damaged.”