“I could have your head for this,” Baz says, his biting, breathless tone undercut by the tender look in his eyes.
I rub a thumb over the shell of his ear. His cheekbone. The wet hair, stuck and curled at his temple.
“You could have anything you wanted,” I answer, roughly.
Illustration from Chapter 10 of There are a Monsters in the Wood, The Temptation














