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As the handsome guardian’s hand closed around my neck now, his beautifully engraved gauntlet reflecting the glare of the twin suns overhead like a golden mirror, it was a miracle I didn’t crack open and yield my secrets like a piece of overripe fruit.
wow
The man was capable of anything. His fingers were lighter than the dawn breeze. He’d talked me out of my underwear—perhaps the greatest heist ever performed in Zilvaren—and people hadn’t stopped talking about that for months.
way. “I never met a rule I didn’t wanna break, Sunshine.”
okay hot
“Saeris, if I knew I could buy your time, I’d be bankrupt, and you would be a very rich woman. You’d have spent the past three months on your back, begging for me to ride you harder, and—”
My silent scream died on my lips as Death carried me into the pool. The darkness took me before the silver could.
The bed I was lying in didn’t belong to me. The only feather mattress I’d ever slept on in my whole life was Carrion Swift’s, and this bed didn’t belong to that asshole, either. This bed was far bigger, for starters, and it didn’t smell like muskrat. A set of immaculate white sheets covered my body, on top of which lay a thick, woolen blanket. High overhead, the ceiling was not the pale golden color of sandstone. It was mostly white, but… no. It wasn’t white. It was a pale, washed-out blue,
“She must have a drop of Fae blood,”
“You’re my brother
Kingfisher was a miserable, grouchy bastard without a kind word for anyone.
girl you better not be going with him
I winced at Ren. “Sorry. Can we do the library later? I… I just…”
disappointed But not surprised
had grown up in a pit of misery, where people died more often than they lived. I hadn’t seen many beautiful things in my short life. But, of all the beautiful things I had seen, Fisher was the most beautiful of all.
“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 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.”
sir
This was the kiss to end all kisses. Demanding, urgent, and carnal.
I hated this male. Hated him with every fiber of my being. But curse me, I wanted him just as bad.
“This is not my brother, Fisher. This is Carrion fucking Swift!”
oh yes it is baby
“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.”
As though his lips were so close to my ear that his breath should have stirred my hair.
“Magic runs through this place the same way your blood runs through your veins. It lives in the very air. The things you’ve already seen here are surely enough to suspend your disbelief… and yet you’re shocked by something so small as me casting my voice?”
I didn’t stop falling. I would fall forever, burning and burning, until my blood turned to crimson steam and my flesh sloughed from my brittle bones. And still, I’d fall.
I am the thing that exists on the other side of the dark. I’m the thing that puts the fear of the gods into the monsters who would eat you bones and all.”
“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?”
Before Fisher.
“I want you to obey me because I brought you here. That makes me responsible for you.
So, yes. I will force you to obey me if I need to. And I won’t feel conflicted about it. The stakes are too high.”
My back slammed up against something solid and hard—a bookcase?—but it wasn’t the shock of the pain that ripped the air from my lungs. It was Fisher’s mouth.
hello????????
And, as if I’d just dowsed him with a bucket of cold water, Fisher tore his mouth from my skin and pulled back.
It had stopped snowing at some point, and now the sky was a purple bruise, the clouds angry and foreboding as I ran.
Holgoth yelled one word in answer. “Vampires!”
“Is that Malcolm?”
Who tf is malcolm
We were either going to kill each other or fuck each other, and I was glad we were both opting for the latter option.
“Back in the forge at the palace, I caught a hint of this. I knew then I had to taste you. This smell has been haunting my fucking dreams. I haven’t been able to think straight for remembering the scent of your need.”
to find out that Carrion had, in a way, been brought up to believe that this would happen to him at some point. I didn’t have time to ponder on that now, though.
“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.”
“Because…” He cast another wary look around, shifting awkwardly in his seat. “It’s a sex thing. If a male drinks from someone, it’ll make his dick harder than it’s ever been in his life. It makes you euphoric. Both of you. While you’re fucking.”
im sorry?
“Yes. A stranger. And Fisher did it anyway. He bonded a small part of himself to the scrap of life that was clinging on inside me, and that was that.
The sound of Fisher’s genuine laughter was rarer than water had ever been back in Zilvaren; it almost brought tears to my eyes to hear it.
First, there was the shiver. It started on my neck and spread outward, prickling up the back of my head, trailing a hot-cold pathway down my spine, hitting each vertebra as it went like a skipping stone.
The bright, sharp sting of his canines sinking into my skin made me hiss out loud.
And then the world ended. Existence blinked out into a blank void. The stars tumbled from the heavens, and hell rose up to meet them. Everything and nothing, here and gone. It was every ecstatic moment I’d ever experienced, condensed and multiplied one millionfold. My body became a fiery torch, and there was Fisher, burning right alongside me.
Like he was being reborn.
his eyes so fierce that they stripped me even barer than I already was.
Then he said, “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.
his heart??????????? ugh
This was the kind of male I wanted to be with.
Fisher turned and held out the sword to me.
nit oknly did he let her come, he gsve her his father sword
“Which makes it more Zilvaren than Yvelian now, I think.”
im cryin so hard
“Good. At last. This is as it was always meant to be, Saeris Fane.”
Ren laid a steadying hand on my shoulder. “And if you should find soul sundered from flesh, order a drink for us at the first tavern you come across in the afterlife. We’ll settle the tab when we get there.”
“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.”
She wields Solace almost as well as your father did.”
