Moth (Monstrous, #5)

by Lily Mayne

My face burned as Hunter and Edin fussed over me like I was their only child getting ready to go on his first school field trip.

He was irritatingly attractive. Even the back of him was. The wide shoulders and long legs. The sword. Why was the sword so hot? He should have looked like a douche.

Part of me still clenched up every time with the worry that he would pull away. But he never did. He seemed to like it when I touched or kissed him first. I was still struggling to get used to the fact that I could. That he wanted me to.

I was so grateful for how he’d carefully edged me out of the thick, angry shell I’d built up around myself. I’d been convinced I’d be alone forever, never getting to experience any kind of intimacy like this.

“Did you steal that guy’s sword, Moth?” I asked solemnly. His face flamed that unnatural pink hue. “I did tell you I stole it,” he hissed,

“They’re dead, baby.” Warm, trembling fingers cupped my cheek as I stared down at the mess beneath me. “You can stop. Look at me, Moth.”

“Charles Dylan Keane.” The sweet, familiar roar of my best friend boomed across the camp, bringing a tiny smile to my lips and chasing away the gnawing ache in my gut. “Where the fuck have you been?” My lips quirked up into a proper grin as I saw Hunter stomping over from the motel, fury twisting his face and making his snarl even more pronounced. The moment he reached me, he yanked me off my feet in a painfully hard hug.