Haylo Kiss Official

That was the first time Haylo understood the name her grandmother had given her. “Haylo,” the old woman had whispered on her deathbed, “is for the place where you hide. And Kiss is for the thing that finds you anyway.”

Haylo Kiss kicked the salt aside and walked down the ladder. The north pasture was quiet. The stars were coming out. And for the first time in fifteen years, the dark held nothing she hadn’t chosen to keep. Haylo Kiss

She pumped the shotgun. The creature’s crack widened. That was the first time Haylo understood the

“Now you belong to me.”