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This bastard would shit himself if he realized he had the Saeris Fane in his grasp.
“Careful, human. We Fae have an excellent sense of smell. You’d be amazed what we can scent floating on the air.”
“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.”
We were either going to kill each other or fuck each other, and I was glad we were both opting for the latter option.
“Because she is moonlight. The mist that shrouds the mountains. The bite of electricity in the air before a storm. The smoke that rolls across a battlefield before the killing starts. You have no idea what she is. What she could be. You should call her Majesty.”
Smiling has been pretty hard of late.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “It is getting easier, though.”
I’m going to mark you in every way imaginable, so that everyone knows you’re fucking mine.
“I was wrong, y’know. You are a good thief.” “What have I stolen?” But he smiled a small, sad smile, slowly shaking his head.
“Don’t you dare die on my watch, Saeris Fane! Fisher will never forgive me if his sole reason for living is torn to pieces on her first fucking battlefield.”
“I love a girl with a sharp tongue and a bad attitude. Kinda makes my dick hard.”
“That female is feral,” Lorreth growled. “Next time she tries to hit me, I’m gonna put her over my knee and spank her. And not in a fun way.
“Human, Fae, or vampire. It doesn’t matter how long you live, Saeris; you will always be most sacred to me.”
