The Savage Luna and Her Six Obsessive Monsters
“Let’s go before the pretty flowers start eating us.”
“You’re joking,” Tera muttered, but her steps quickened anyway.
I wasn’t because some of the roses had teeth. Actual, pearly, sharp little teeth. And they were grinning at me. One even licked its petals like it was starving and I was brunch.
We crept deeper into the cursed garden, and the further we walked, the more twisted everything got. The flowers grew taller, some as high as my waist, their petals twitching like antennae. The air was thick with magic, and the hum around us turned into a low vibration that buzzed in my bones. My skin prickled, and I knew without a doubt, we were not alone.
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