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

by Sophia St. Germain

She’d removed memories once… After that day she’d promised herself never to do it again.

If Merrick smelled like wilderness, Loche smelled like brightness. Like a cold winter night when the huge moon and millions of stars lit up the sparkling snow.

“I was just surprised you had friends, that’s all.” “Why?”

“I don’t know… Because you’re not very friendly?”

And he was literally called the Death Whisperer, not the most warm and fuzzy nickname. But given the vibrations rolling off him, she decided not to bring that up. They were alone down here, after all. Probably best not to rile him up too much.

If she didn’t know better, she’d have sworn he hid a smile when he reached out a hand and easily pulled her to her feet.

This time Merrick couldn’t hide the crooked smile that spread across his face, and the urge to slam her fist into his face nearly overwhelmed her.

direction. “Don’t push me,” he grumbled, but the corners of his mouth curled again before he stalked off toward the stairs. As she followed him up from the cellar, she thought he wasn’t so scary after all. Even with the bruises she’d gained from his deadly skills, when that hardness always etching his face softened, he almost seemed friendly.

A woman like you wants to be loved, deeply and without constraint, by someone who knows the true you and adores you all the same.”

“Take them away,”

With a hiss, Merrick’s eyes flew open and locked with hers. She inhaled sharply as his eyes pierced into her amber ones. She’d been right—they were dark. Almost black. But they also had swirling silver flecks in them, mirroring the pearly lock of hair that lay across his forehead. They were like a night sky brightened by a million stars. “Hi,” he whispered. “Hi,” she rasped, something surging inside her as she stared into his starry eyes.