A Tongue so Sweet and Deadly (Compelling Fates Saga, #1)

by Sophia St. Germain

“I was just surprised you had friends, that’s all.” “Why?” A wave of Merrick’s magic wove its way through the room, but she couldn’t stop another laugh from bubbling up. “I don’t know… Because you’re not very friendly?” He seemed to vibrate from the rumbling in his chest, and the air shifted again, thickening with whispers. “Sorry, sorry!” Lessia grimaced. “Maybe it’s just with me you’re not very friendly.” And he was literally called the Death Whisperer, not the most warm and fuzzy nickname.

“Do you know what you’re doing there?” Merrick sidled up beside her, and she quickly closed her gaping mouth. Lessia drew a breath, trying to calm her racing heart. “Dancing?” “That wasn’t just dancing.” Merrick rubbed his neck. She glared at him. “I am just trying to gain his trust.” “Don’t forget I can smell you, Lessia. And I know very well what that scent is.” Merrick’s teeth snapped together before he started off in the direction where Loche had vanished.

LOL IM SORRY BUT I ALWAYS LOVE THIS

But by the end, she’d been able to avoid him for a whole ten seconds, and when she grinned from where she lay on the ground, she swore he turned away to hide his own smile. A soft laugh bubbled out of her. She’d made the Death Whisperer smile.

Roughly shifting some of the firewood, he lit the fire faster than she’d ever seen anyone do, and her eyes widened as the hot flames licked the sooty stone. “It was you,” she whispered. Merrick froze, crouched down by the white fireplace. “You lit the fire in the cabin.” “You don’t seem to do so well in the dark,” he muttered as he rose to walk back and forth in the room, dragging his hands through his hair. “Thank you,” she whispered.

Stop. You know I'm a sucker for stuff like this

Their lips remained locked even as sleep took them.

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