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I’d stood silently in the street while my mother’s throat had been split wide open, spilling jets of hot, peasant blood into the sunbaked sand.
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This bastard would shit himself if he realized he had the Saeris Fane in his grasp.
“Then you’ll have wasted your time anyway! There isn’t a fence in this entire city stupid enough to buy a stolen piece of armor.” “Ah, c’mon now. I think I might know a couple!”
“I won’t pursue you any further. You have my word. Drop the gauntlet, and I’ll let you go!” A bark of laughter ripped out of me. And they said guardians had no sense of humor. This one was a fucking comedian.
I’d begun to understand that he was in love with my mother.
“The forgotten gods and all four fucking winds know that I’m not. Not after everything I went through to get it. I nearly broke my damned neck—” “I’ll break your neck if that thing isn’t out of here in the next fifteen minutes.”
Sometimes, objects shook around me. Objects made of iron, tin, or gold.
“One drink. Fifteen minutes. And I want the chits back that you took from him, too. Plus another five on top for the inconvenience of having to breathe the same air as you.”
“All right, all right. The scarf, the chits, and five extra because you’re greedy. Sit. Please. I’ll get you that drink.”
“You were more fun three months ago, you know that? You’re so cruel. I haven’t stopped thinking about you.” “Oh, please. How many women have you slept with since then?” He narrowed his eyes, looking confused. “What’s that got to do with anything?”
“Good. Oh, and, Saeris?” The guy just didn’t know when to quit. I spun around, scowling at him. “What!” “Even filthy and tired, you’re still beautiful.”
He spoke, then, at last. Just one word. “Shit.”
“I didn’t realize I was such a burden,” he whispered. “Well, you are, Hayden. Your entire fucking life, that’s all you’ve been. Now leave me alone. Don’t follow. Do not come looking for me. GO!”
“Just hang me already and be done with it,” I snapped. “If you don’t hurry up and get on with it, you’re gonna miss your opportunity.” He arched an eyebrow. “I wouldn’t bother trying to escape.” I rolled my eyes. “I meant that I was dying of boredom in here.”
took it, unscrewing the top as fast as my trembling fingers could manage. “I’m shocked. Wasting water on the dead?” “You’re right. Give it back,” he growled.
“Queen Madra’s water allowances are more than generous—” “I’m not talking about in the Hub or any of the fancy inner wards. D’you even know how much she gives us to drink every day? In the Third?” “I’m sure it’s enough—” “Six ounces.”
Except our fire hasn’t burned out the way she’d hoped it would. We’ve been reduced to embers, yes, but the coals that lie beneath the ash of my ward are still hot enough to burn. 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.”
Saeris Fane was twenty-four years of age when she died. Honestly, she should have died a lot sooner, but the girl never did know when to give up.
Death. The bastard had come to claim me in person.
“Graceless gods,” he hissed. “What’s this? A fucking joke?” “Die!” Harron bellowed. “I will not! Take your lies and your serpent tongue. Choke on it! Die!”
“If you die before you can give this back, I’m not going to be happy,” he groused.
“Ahh. Saeris. A pretty name. A Fae name. How are you feeling? You’re sore, I bet, but you must be feeling a lot better than when you first arrived.”
“Styx, god of shadows.”
“Where’s Ren?” Everlayne demanded. Kingfisher’s expression hardened. “I assume he’s still scrubbing his balls,” he said dryly.
“Sounds to me like you’re the one I should be watching out for, darling Layne. You’re the one who just threatened to knee me in the cock.”
“An Oshellith is a type of butterfly,”
“Everything,” he said, entering the room. “My looks. My sword skills. My personality—” “Your personality is trash.”
He just growled. “And you wonder why Belikon calls you a dog,” she said.
“I have to say, I was expecting that to go differently,” he mused. And then I punched him square in the mouth.
She hadn’t banked on Kingfisher kicking in my bedroom door, me thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potatoes and wailing like a banshee. Nor had she expected his ultra-foul temper, his split bottom lip, or the thin line of blood trickling down his chin. She’d squawked when he’d thrown me unceremoniously down onto my bed and snarled, “Bad human,” at me.
“I like being surprised,” Fisher said, spinning his fork over in his hand. “I’m also a fan of aggressive foreplay. It’ll be a fun reminder.”
“It’s going to bite you,” Kingfisher said. “No, it won’t. It—” It bit me.
White fur, and a bushy tail, and black-tipped ears pinned all the way back. The fox. My fox. He’d come back for me.
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Sigh.
