Moon Touched
“That’s not my plants.”
The thing that climbed up was bigger than the rest. Taller than me, broader, with bones that jutted like armor plates. Its jaw unhinged as it let out a screech that rattled my teeth. A ghoul king, maybe. Or just the ugliest thing I’ve ever seen that wasn’t my reflection after a fight.
“Wonderful,” I muttered. “Because this day wasn’t long enough.”
“Try not to die,” Gaia said, and there was the faintest amusement in her tone.