Gloam (Monstrous, #4)

by Lily Mayne

I balked at the idea of killing anyone. “No thirst for blood here. I’ll leave you to do any skull-bashing in the future. You were good at it.” Gloam chuckled. “Thank you, I think.”

I blinked. “Oh. Okay. Just a small age gap, then.” He chuckled and walked over to cup my chin. “Does it bother you?” “No.” I palmed his sides, smiling up at him. “I’ll still love you when you’re old and… still grey, and I’m just a sprightly seventy-year-old.”