Quicksilver (Fae & Alchemy, #1)

by Callie Hart

Kingfisher stuck out a hand and flipped all seven of them off as he stormed by.

Im laughing

“Not bad. He’s one thousand seven hundred and thirty years old.” “One thousand seven hundred and thirty-three,”

Thats mad

“Careful, human. We Fae have an excellent sense of smell. You’d be amazed what we can scent floating on the air.”

“That your body is betraying you in other ways. 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.”

A streak of black smoke wrapped around her throat.

Why is this giving me shadowddaddies

raised my eyebrows at him. “You let a fire sprite jerk you off with a handful of Fae moss?”

Cackling hardcore, freaking carrion

“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.”