The Underworld Trials of Luna
Caroline Above Storykeeping my brideromantic vows for her
“Damn,” Anton murmurs, tapping his fingers soundlessly on the table while he processes everything Laila just said. “That is…that is definitely not the bedtime stories I was told as a child.”
“Oh,” Laila says, turning to him with wide-eyed interest. “What kind of stories did you have?”
“About a mouse,” he answers instantly, quite earnest, snapping his gaze to hers, “that would come and take the teeth you lost as a child, give you money for them –“