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He grinned. It was the first real, full smile I’d seen from him and it was terrifying. Not because of how evil it made him look. Far from it. He looked so much younger than he did when he was scowling. He looked happy,
Osha.”
Osha?”
Osha?
“I don’t hate your kind. I’m just disappointed by how breakable you are. If I held you down and fucked you the way I’m imagining fucking you right now, I doubt that you’d survive it.”
“That your body is betraying you in other ways. That I can smell you, Little Osha, and I’m thinking about drinking the sweet nectar you’re making for me straight from the fucking cup.”
Little Osha.”
Little Osha.
Little Osha.
“I hate that fucking place, but I went there for you. I got stabbed seven times in various parts of my body. For you.
Little Osha!”
“Let me guess. You don’t like horses?” he said. “No, I don’t like horses. Horses don’t like me. We mutually dislike each other.”
Little Osha.
“They’re shades, human.” “What do you mean, shades?” “Y’know. Echoes. What remains of a creature after it dies in distress.” My panic cranked up to an eleven. “Ghosts?”
I’ve been told my mouth has healing properties. Especially when administered between a pair of thighs.”
“What about this one, then? Is this one for sale?” The stable hand thumbed a hand in the direction of Carrion. “What’s your best offer?” Fisher asked. “No!”
Osha.
Osha.
he huffed sharply down his nose and patted Fisher’s cheek. “You, my friend, are officially fucked.”
“He’s not… what you think he is.” “A bastard? He’s definitely a bastard.”
We were born to different parents, but we’re brothers in every other way that counts.
Archer’s mouth hung open. His gaze met mine, and I was amazed to find that there was a tiny ring of flickering fire surrounding his jet-black pupils. He pointed at Fisher. “You see him?” he squeaked. I eyed Fisher. “Unfortunately, yes.”
Archer threw back his small head and wailed. He trampled right over the broken tea service in order to get to Fisher. Throwing his thin, fiery arms around Kingfisher’s neck, he sobbed hysterically. “You’re here. You’re here!”
“I missed you. So, so much. I wished, and I hoped, and I—” Archer hiccupped. “I wished, and I hoped. Every day.” “I know. I missed you too, my friend.”
Little Osha.”
Little Osha,
Little Osha.
Little Osha.
“There’s every way,” Fisher rumbled, his eyes darkening. “I’d know the smell of you anywhere. On anyone. I’d know it blind and in the dark. Across a fucking sea. I’d be able to scent you—”
Osha.
Little Osha.”
A sinister growl echoed around the dining room.
Somebody is a bit possessive… I love it.
Renfis had been in the process of sipping from his glass, but the second he realized that I’d sat opposite him, next to Fisher, the alcohol sprayed out of his mouth in an arc that nearly crossed the width of the table.
Oooo… is the right side for the Lady of the house??? Please tell me it is because WHY HAS FISHER NOT TOLD HER TO MOVE IF HE DISKLIKES HER SO MUCH??
“She’s made her decision. Let her sit wherever she wants to sit.”
HE DOESN’T HER TO MOVE!!! AHHHHH!!
All of them except Archer, who stared at me, eyes huge in his head,
Little Osha.”
Little Osha?”
For the second time since we sat down to dinner, Renfis nearly choked on his drink. He spun in his seat, giving Fisher a scandalized look that said, Really? I’m sitting right fucking here, but Fisher paid him no heed.
Osha.
Osha.
Little Osha,”
“She’s mine,”
“Have you got the annoying one?” “I have,” Ren answered tiredly.
“Uh, I hope you’re not talking about me,” Carrion said,
Little Osha.”
Little Osha.”
Little Osha.
Little Osha.”
Little Osha.”
Little Osha.
