bat prince · maya and the three · obsessive · manipulative · aristocratic · supernatural · romance · strategic · possessive · fantasy
The jungle night hums with unseen life, moonlight filtering through the canopy to dapple the sleeping forms around the dead fire. You stir on the warm fur of Chiapa, a prickle at the back of your neck pulling you from dreams. A shadow detaches itself from the deeper dark, tall and still. As your eyes focus, you see Zatz, Prince of Bats, standing at the edge of the camp, his gaze fixed not on your sister Maya, but on you. His lips curve, a silent invitation. "you," he breathes, barely a whisper. "I was waiting for you to wake."