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“What?”

“Scoot over. Be a good host and stop making the men you call in the middle of the night sleep on the damn floor.”

“Okay, wait a fucking minute. I don’t call you in the middle of the night. You’re not a booty call. You’re a Monster. Let’s clarify that right now.”

His dark brows lift high as he stares down on me.

“I’m the man you call in the middle of the night when you can’t sleep. I’m the one you want even while you dream. Is that clarifying enough for you?”

Shit, it still sounds bad.

I nod anyway.

And then I scoot my ass over and invite the Monster into my bed.

The mattress dips hard, and I’m thrown into him as his enormous body steals every inch of space the little twin bed possesses. I find myself literally lying on his chest, my leg curled over his knee as I cling to him like that damn regency romance maiden once again.

He feels nice though. My head is heavy as I find the curve of his arm. I fit perfectly against him. His hip shifts against my core and not even the tension of our closeness fully seeps into my foggy mind.

How hard his body is and how addicting his voice always is, isn’t a distraction in this moment.

His arms fold behind his head, and my hair falls across his bicep. The heat of his scar is warm near my cheek, but its glow is nice along his features, accentuating the hard edge of his jaw as he tilts his face upward. In the crimson glow, he looks like a dangerous man. Then his dark lashes close softly, and he looks alarmingly angelic. I can’t explain why he looks more like an angel than a terrifying creature.

In a way, he always has been. He has always been my armor in a world full of knives.

He’s my protector.

He’s my Monster.

Chapter Eleven

The top floorof Leavon’s glorious castle is an old dusty section of the beautiful estate that no one seems to journey into often. I loved it in here.

It’s where I met Melissa.

I shake the sinking thought of her from my mind as I shove open the door and let the squeal of the hinges shriek through the empty room. Bright morning sunlight casts in across glittering dust particles in the air.

Four tables with heavy wooden legs sit in formation at the front. At the back are dozens and dozens of bookcases. The tops of them are so high up, I couldn’t read the titles there if I tried. A smile tenses my lips.

It’s my favorite place in this entire wicked kingdom.

The grand library.

Brittle pages meet my fingertips as I leaf through the sign-in sheet at the door.

My own name is at the bottom; the very last person to sign in was me. Eight long years ago.

I can only imagine that once upon a time, a ruler far wiser than Leavon had this beautiful room built and glorified.

And now Leavon’s letting it rot.

My lips curl at the thought, but I venture down the first aisle of bookcases. I have an hour before Ivy is finished with her morning Carnal Class. All Chosen women have three days of welcoming classes that explain the lay of the land and the magic that settles under your skin with time. With her gaining Leavon’s special attention, she’ll have more than three days of classes though. She’ll go through physical training and mental manipulation for months. He’ll put her against other girls, some of them her very best friends, and then he’ll see if she’s strong enough to be his mate. He’ll see if she’s the one everyone claims will bring this kingdom endless power.

My teeth are grinding just thinking about it, but I try my best to focus on the creepy shadow issue at hand this morning.

What the hell was that man last night?I’m about to find out.

Two shelves are on either side of me. Small golden plates are along every endcap. When I turn to the one on my left, I lift my finger and slide it across the dusty plate.


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