Blood of My Monster (Monster Trilogy, #1)

by Rina Kent

In no time, I remove my clothes and lay them on the snow, then put on the pants and cardigan I stole, plus the coat. After I’m done, I lay Lipovsky down. He moans again, the sound weaker and barely audible. I hesitate, but only for a second before I rip off his shirt, exposing his—or should I say her pale skin to the cold. As I suspected, her chest is bound with a bandage, and she has the figure of a woman. Now, I don’t know why she goes by a male name or why she went through all the trouble to join the military, but I do know it’s important enough that she sacrificed her gender identity for it. Or maybe she wants to be a he, which does make sense, considering how much she loathes being weak. At any rate, she’s more comfortable being addressed as a he, but she really needs to be a she right now. The only way these villagers will help is if we approach them as ordinary people. I remove the bandages, stopping when her breasts bounce free. They’re neither big nor small. They’re just the right size to grab onto while⁠— Focus. I put the dress on her, then make a hole where her wound is and soak it with blood. After I’m satisfied with the way it looks, I remove her pants, cover her with the coat, and slip the boots on her feet. They’re a size too big, but they’ll do. Mine will stay since they fit the clothes I got for me. Once I’m finished, I pause, staring at her. It’s weird that a mere change of clothes can make such a difference in the way she looks.