The Poisoner (The Poisoner #1)

by I.V. Ophelia

A certain Creature leaned down by my ear. “You smell like cherries today. Did you wear that for me?” “Maybe you smell cherries because you’re about to have a seizure. Perhaps the venom did affect you after all,” I scoffed, refusing to pull my eyes from my list.

“If you start to smell burning toast, yoy’re having a stroke or overcooking your toast.” -Bo Burnham

I snapped my hand away. “You are a fiend,” I hissed, yanking the cab door closed. “Only for you.” He shrugged. “That’s a lie, Creature. You’re always a fiend.” The cab jolted forward, and his silhouette disappeared as we passed.

“No…thoughts,” I mumbled, refusing to look at him.

“Your taste, it gives it away. You’re Mellifluous.”