Gloam (Monstrous, #4)

by Lily Mayne

Okay. I’d admit it only to myself, in my own brain, where I was free to think whatever I wanted. This beastie had a biteable ass.

“Humans aren’t automatically better than monsters.”

I know you’re not ugly. You couldn’t be to me.

“You’ve had to listen to me talk shit for weeks without being able to tell me to shut up.” “I hung on every word you said,” Gloam told me, his mouth moving against my hair. “There is no sound I enjoy more.”

“I go where you go, Adam,”

“You are my greatest weakness—not my true name, or any compulsion I can be put under. But you are the one I gladly carry. I would do anything for you, just as you have done everything for me.”