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This bastard would shit himself if he realized he had the Saeris Fane in his grasp.
Brynn had a surname, but no one knew it. When asked, she’d say she’d lost it as a child and had never bothered to locate it again.
“I’m not an idiot!” Hayden objected. “You are an idiot,” Brynn insisted.
“Here.” Carrion set a glass of amber liquid down in front of me; the damn thing was almost full to the brim. “That is not one drink.” “It’s in one glass,” he countered. “Therefore, it’s one drink.”
“My hand! She… she cut off my… hand!” “I’m coming for your fucking head next,” I seethed.
Do you know much about metalwork, Captain? I do. It’s under the most unbearable conditions that the sharpest, most dangerous weapons are forged. And we are dangerous, Captain. She’s turned us all into weapons. That is why she won’t suffer my people to live.”
“Show me your teeth.” The demand slipped out before I could reel it back. The woman in the green gown clapped a hand over her mouth, her eyes widening. “What? No!” she exclaimed behind her palm. “Absolutely not! That’s… that’s so rude!”
Hah. Another day, another monarch throwing my ass in jail.
“If you’re trying to shock me by mentioning random parts of male anatomy, then you’re out of luck,” the blond-haired female snapped. “I’ve seen Ren’s balls. I’ve seen yours, too. I’ve seen everything,” she said, pointedly glowering at Kingfisher’s crotch, “so I know exactly where to aim my knee if you continue to test me. You don’t seem to appreciate the level of danger you’re in right now, Fisher.”
“It’s rude to stare at a male’s hardware,”
“Don’t worry. I wasn’t planning on stealing it. It isn’t very impressive. Looks more like a toothpick to me.”
“Because I’m magic.” “What about you is magic?” “Everything,” he said, entering the room. “My looks. My sword skills. My personality—” “Your personality is trash.”
Ever since I was little, I got mouthy when I was nervous, and I was really nervous right now. Literally nothing about this male screamed, “Bait me and see what happens.”
“Elroy swears that a man will lie about the size of his cock every time a woman asks him.” Kingfisher stilled. “Are you asking me how big my cock is, Osha?” “I don’t care how big it is. I care about the way you answer.” A slow, terrifying smirk spread across his face. “It’s big enough to make you scream and then some.” “See.” I jabbed a finger at him. “You’re not going to be honest.” He looked around the forge, feigning confusion. “I’m sorry, I’m not sure that I understand your meaning.” “Ask a man how big his dick is, and he’ll show you that he’s full of shit.” “Maybe. But I’m not a man. I’m
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“Maybe the issue is that you asked me a question about my cock like a hungry little bitch in heat and didn’t ask me something that mattered.”
“Listen,” he repeated. “What is it saying?” “It’s saying that you’re an… evil… piece of… shit,”
“I have to say, I was expecting that to go differently,” he mused. And then I punched him square in the mouth.
“Broken ribs won’t stop me from complaining,”
It was the kind of dress that would bring most men to their knees. I fucking hated it.
“You could at least tell me what he did to make you punch him like that.” “Just trust me. He deserved it.” “Well, I don’t doubt that.”
“Careful, human. We Fae have an excellent sense of smell. You’d be amazed what we can scent floating on the air.”
He smiled suggestively as he said, “Swallow.”
“And… and why does it smell like a brothel in here? If you’re going to spend the night out whoring and drinking, the least you could do is wash the smell of sex off you before showing up for breakfast.”
“You’re right. I’m sorry, Layne. That was inconsiderate. I’ll take my breakfast and leave you both in peace. If Ren shows up, let him know I’m down in the bathhouse, washing away my sins.
“You could at least say hello before you start eye-fucking me.” “I wasn’t eye-fucking you. I was trying to see through all of this… steam.” I
“Nothing at all? I like the sound of that. Come here and look at this, Nothing At All.”
“Bone,” Fisher said. “Human?” He shook his head. “I didn’t have any. Though, if you were willing to contribute—” “Stop.”
“It’s going to bite you,” Kingfisher said. “No, it won’t. It—” It bit me.
“What was I wearing when you found me?” “A whole lot of blood.” Fisher pondered. Frowned. “Wait. I seem to recall that your intestines might have been a part of your ensemble.”
Do you have any idea what those boots cost me?” “Let me guess. Your virginity.” “Fuck you, Fisher.”
“Sure.” He smirked. “But I’m afraid I don’t have any new boots to trade you for your time.” I lunged
I was wearing normal clothes. My clo—no, wait. They weren’t my clothes.
“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.”
Fuck. I was still standing between his legs. What the hell was wrong with me? I
“Careful,” he panted. “I swore I’d be still while you kissed me. At no point did I promise to exercise restraint if you climbed up into my lap and started grinding yourself against my cock.” I hadn’t—I wasn’t— Fuck. I had. I was.
COPPER-COLORED HAIR. Annoyingly perfect mouth. Heart-shaped birthmark on his chin. It was definitely Carrion.
“Were you pinning him against a wall and holding a sword to his throat when you asked him?” I demanded. “No. I had him in a headlock. I hadn’t even drawn the sword. Not then, anyway.”
I seethed as I waited. In my head, I screamed at Carrion to wake up and do something about this, but it transpired that the smuggler was just as infuriating when he was unconscious as he was while he was awake. The idiot didn’t stir once.
Had Fisher said, “What’s your name, stinking human wretch?” Or had he said, “I’m here to transport Hayden Fane to a Fae realm, where he’ll have access to as much food and water as he can gorge himself on and a comfortable bed to sleep in”? Because I could totally see Carrion lying about his identity if the latter were the case.
“I’ll happily kiss all of your aches and pains better for you once we strike camp. I’ve been told my mouth has healing properties. Especially when administered between a pair of thighs.”
“I’m surprised,” I snorted. “Why?” “Surprised that you’d offer to spend any amount of time between my legs. Not when I was able to steal something so precious from you the last time I tricked you into letting me close.”
“You’re so full of shit. I felt how hard your—”
“Bill? Who calls their horse Bill?” “I do.
To me, Kingfisher was a surly, foul-mouthed bastard who I wouldn’t piss on even if he was on fire. To everyone inside this tavern, he was a living fucking god.
Ren let out a tense sigh. “He’s not… what you think he is.” “A bastard? He’s definitely a bastard.”
“And hello to you, too! What kind of greeting is that? And after we’ve been so cruelly separated for so many weeks as well.”
“Now, I think I’ve been pretty patient while we’ve rehashed all of this gauntlet bullshit. I think it’s my turn to have a few things explained to me. Principally, where the fuck are we, why are we here, were the people who came in here about half an hour ago and laid their hands all over you really Fae, or did I hallucinate that part, and lastly…” He pointed at his foot. “Where the fuck is my other boot?”
wanted to leave you back at the Winter Palace, but she was adamant that you come along with us for the ride.” Carrion gave me a saccharine smile. “And there was me thinking you weren’t infatuated with me anymore. I have to say, I would have preferred to stay in Zilvaren, though. I was about to close a spectacular deal that would have made me a very rich man.”
“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—”
