Moth (Monstrous, #5)

by Lily Mayne

My eyes swept over his shoulder to the hilt of a sword—a freaking sword—that was peeking up. Did this guy think he was some modern-day conqueror or something? Where did he get a sword from? Now I’d seen it, I kind of wanted one.

“Hunter’s not an introvert,” I said cheerfully. “He’s just an unlikeable asshole.”