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“You could eviscerate a man with that expression. It’s one of the things I love most about you.” I snatched the toast from his hand and threw it down onto my plate. “I don’t love anything about you.” “Liar. There are so many things you love about me.”
“My hair. My eyes. My wit. My charm…” He counted them off on his fingers, making a list. “You have zero charm.”
He showed up with these in his hand and said he’d give them to me on one condition.” “Which was?” Carrion snagged a grape from the tray and popped it into his mouth. “That I take a bath.” “A bath?” “Yes, a bath.” “That’s a weird request.”
possessive much?
“You let a fire sprite jerk you off with a handful of Fae moss?” “Not a fire sprite,” he said defensively. “These were water sprites.
had a vested interest in seeing you in that dress.” “Why?” I shoved open the door to the dining room. “Your phenomenal tits, that’s why. They would have looked great in that dress. And your ass. The material was sheer as hell. Wouldn’t have left much to the imagination. Not that I need to use my imagination when it comes to your body, but—”
“I’d prefer not to be here, actually.” “Sit the fuck down,” I hissed. “All right. Gods.”
“We don’t,” Fisher fired back at him. “And even if we did, I’d ask someone far more likable than you. No!” He held up a finger, stabbing it at Carrion. “Do not tell me how likable you are back in Zilvaren. I don’t want to hear it.”
I was going to shank him in the neck with my very dull butter knife. Then he’d see how proficient I was with a blade.
“If I were evil and using your oath for my own purposes, I’d order you onto your knees for me,” he said, cutting me off. “I’d order you to part your legs for me. I’d order you to suck and fuck me until you passed out from exhaustion. Is that what you want, Little Osha?”
And anyway, it turns out my ex can make shrapnel out of swords, so I reckon we’re gonna be just fine.” “I am not your ex. And I did not know I could do that! I don’t think I can do it again!”
I hated him, I did. But you couldn’t hate something without caring about it just a little, too.
Intimate relations can be very strenuous.” “Oh gods, Archer, no, it’s okay, we weren’t…” I blushed hotly. The situation could only have been worse if it had been Elroy who’d caught me post-coitus. And how the hell had Onyx gotten himself shut out of the room? “Oh?” Archer looked confused. “In that case, do you need to see a healer? Are you hurt? It sounded like—” “No, no, I’m fine. Honestly, I’m fine. I… We…” I glanced back over my shoulder into the bedroom, then pulled the door half-closed behind me. “We were just moving some furniture around, that’s all. But then Fisher decided he preferred
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“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.”
“You do get used to it, y’know,” Lorreth said conversationally. “That overwhelming sense of impending doom. Eventually, it becomes background noise. You don’t even notice it at all.”
I was lying in a ditch when he found me.” I buried a smirk. “Drunk?” “No. Dead, actually.
“I don’t know what you mean. Danya’s already back to her delightful, cheery self.”
I’d thought the sound of that rushing, free water would be my favorite sound until the day I died. I was wrong. The sound of Fisher’s genuine laughter was rarer than water had ever
“Then, have you thought about just asking it to meld with the pure silver?” “Psshhh! Don’t… don’t be ridiculous. Of course I haven’t!” “Why not?” “That’d be too simple, Carrion. I can’t just ask it to become a relic.”
“Have you got any experience of whittling? Y’know, carving things out of wood?” “As it happens, I have.” “Be more specific with your questioning, Sunshine. He probably whittles every spare moment of his life. He probably wins whittling competitions.”
Danya said something in Old Fae and spat on the ground, still cradling the smoking stump at the end of her right arm. But fuck Danya. Danya was the worst.
“I love a girl with a sharp tongue and a bad attitude. Kinda makes my dick hard.”
“Good.” I flipped the sword and handed it to him. “Then give it a name and let’s go.” The evening was almost here, and the others were waiting for us. Carrion held the sword, turning it this way and that. After much consideration, he said, “It looks like a Simon.” “Simon?” “Yeah. Simon. Don’t blame me. That’s what it looks—” He stopped talking and listened. “See. It likes the name. It wants to be Simon.”
