Mogwai

In celebration of an awesome OPAL cover reveal and the fact I finally own a Mogwai. Well, I kind of own a Mogwai now, I have a teaser for you. It's between Katy and Daemon, in Daemon's POV, but I can't tell which book it's from.

For those who have read most of my books, you know how I like to reference random things in all my novels. Say, like, the chupacabra. I think that's mentioned in all my series. I've moved on to Mogwai now. 

Remember. This tease is unedited.

I searched for a distraction. Anything. “Tell me something I don’t know.”

            Several moments passed before she spoke. “I’ve always wanted a Mogwai.”

            “What?” I pulled back just enough to see her face.

            Kat’s lashes still fanned her cheeks, but she was smiling, and some of the pressure eased off my chest. “You’ve seen Gremlins, right? Remember Gizmo?” When I nodded, she laughed. The sound was hoarse, as if she hadn’t laughed in a while. Which, of course, she hadn’t. “Mom let me watch it when I was a kid and I was obsessed with Gizmo. I wanted one more than I wanted anything in the world. I even promised Mom that I wouldn’t feed it after midnight or get it wet.”

            I rested my chin atop her head and grinned at the image of the little brown and white furball sprouting pods. The grin spread into a smile when I realized she wasn’t shaking anymore. “I don’t know.”

            “What?” She burrowed closer, tucking her fingers against the collar of my shirt.

            Tightening my hold on her, I closed my eyes for what felt like the first time in days. “If I had a Mogwai, I’d totally feed it after midnight. That mohawk gremlin was a badass.”

            Kat laughed again, the sound tinkling inside me, and I felt about a thousand pounds lighter. “Why doesn’t that surprise me?” she said.