Little Shock of Hate (Creature Cafe, #4)

by Clio Evans

All of the tentacles wrapped around me, offering me a comforting hug I’d wished I’d had years ago.

“I think you were made for me, little prince.” “Why do you keep calling me that?” I asked. “Because you're my prince. You deserve the best,” he said, smiling broader. “What does that make you, then?” I asked. “Your King. The only one you’ll ever bend a knee to.”

He melted around me, his arms wrapping around my neck. “I think I love you.” “Is that what this torture is?” I rasped. “I think so,” he murmured.