Quicksilver (Fae & Alchemy, #1)

by Callie Hart

Death had come for me, with wavy black hair and wicked green eyes.

But protection did not mean kindness, and it certainly didn’t mean respect.

“Gods, will you slow the fuck down? My legs are a lot shorter than yours.”

“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.”

“Urgh, I think I’m gonna be sick,” Carrion groaned, looking up at the ceiling. “I am not good with blood.”