Moth (Monstrous, #5)

by Lily Mayne

“You got me a scarf?” I let out a blissful sigh, my warm breath heating my cold chin and nose under the fabric. “Thanks, Moth.” He grunted, pale eyes flashing to me before he started walking again. “So you stop bitching about being cold.”

Some people were somehow still bigoted assholes despite, you know, a fucking monster apocalypse and all.

“Only you could make something as simple as fucking complicated after a goddamn monster apocalypse.”