Moth (Monstrous, #5)

by Lily Mayne

Rig tilted his head toward Ghost, grinning at us. “Ghost here is a bit of an introvert, too.” “Hunter’s not an introvert,” I said cheerfully. “He’s just an unlikeable asshole.”

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.

A few moments later, I heard him jog up behind me. His citrus scent filled my nose when he peered over my shoulder at the body on the ground. “Whoops,” he said. My lips parted on a stunned little puff of breath. I turned to face him. “Whoops?”

“He was a lying asshole.” “So? You can’t kill people just because they’re assholes!” I stilled and focused intently on Moth. “Do you kill people just because they’re assholes?” He gave a tiny, noncommittal shrug, like he wasn’t sure if he wanted to admit it or not in case I started yelling. “Jesus, Moth.” I swiped a hand over my head then down my face, pulling at the skin briefly as I stared up at the dark sky. “How many assholes have you killed?” He looked both bewildered and mildly sheepish. “Am I supposed to keep track?”

Try and think of him like you do Edin, my brain suggested, and I almost physically cringed at the idea. I couldn’t. Mainly because I definitely did not want to fuck Edin—I’d seen what he was packing beneath that kilt; there was no way in hell I’d ever let that baseball bat anywhere near me.

Chuck loped along behind us with a chirp, and I glanced back to give her a smile even as I wondered how we could get rid of her for a little while. Lovingly. I wondered it lovingly. But still.