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“I apologize for the shackles, but I’m not overly fond of low-born rats from the Third, either. You never know where their hands have been. In the very least, they’re always dirty, and it’s so hard to get stains out of satin.”
“It’s always confounded me. Humans aren’t restricted by the same laws as the Oath Bound Fae. You creatures can lie whenever you want. You do it all of the time. And yet you’re all so fucking bad at it.”
“There are these other words, too. Please and thank you? I haven’t heard you use either yet, but I’m sure they’re a part of your vocabulary—” “They’re not,” he said brightly.
Every line of him was art. With his full mouth, and the faint shadow of stubble marking his jaw, his fascinating eyes, and all of his midnight-black hair, it was hard not to look at him and ache. I 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 hated this male. Hated him with every fiber of my being. But curse me, I wanted him just as bad.
I had to be so, so careful around that smile. It would wreck me if I let it.
“Oh, yes. She has no sense of timekeeping, and she has unconventional seating preferences, don’t you, human?” “I can sit there instead?” Carrion offered. “Absolutely not,” Kingfisher barked. “Try it and die.”
“Are you about to smile, Kingfisher of the Ajun Gate?” “What if I am?” he said in a very even, measured tone. “I can count on one hand how many times I’ve witnessed you do it. No one’s going to believe me when we get back to camp.” He did smile then, slow and rueful, head turned away as he toyed with his fork. “They’ll believe you, Little Osha. They’ve all seen me smile plenty.” “Just not recently?” I whispered. “No. Not recently. Smiling has been pretty hard of late.” His Adam’s apple bobbed. “It is getting easier, though.”
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.”
Above all, know this. There will be times when the world seeks to destroy you, Kingfisher. But you are stronger than you can ever know. You will not falter. And you will not face it all alone.’”
“Nobody will ever fuck you the way I’m about to fuck you, Saeris Fane. I’m about to introduce you to all seven gods. When you meet them, don’t forget to tell them I’m the one you worship on your knees.” Out. Fucking. Loud.
“I’m in love with you, Saeris Fane,” he whispered quietly into my hair. “And I’m already half-mad, anyway. What’s a little complicated thrown into the mix?”
“Have you heard about the fire at the circus?” I paused for dramatic effect. “It was in tents. Get it? In tents.”
“You spayed my mate when she was a fucking child,” he seethed. “For that alone, I’ll make your undying existence an unending agony. An eternity of suffering the likes of which even your evil mind cannot comprehend. You’ll know no peace at my hands. I will destroy your empire and erase your name from the annals of time. When I am done with your legacy, Madra the Undying will never have existed. And you’ll live on at my behest, suffering for all of eternity. And no one will know. And no one will care.”
Yes, the players in this game had been making moves for centuries. But that didn’t change the nature of the game. It was kill or be killed, and I knew what I had to do to win.
“Human, Fae, or vampire. It doesn’t matter how long you live, Saeris; you will always be most sacred to me.”
