Quicksilver (Fae & Alchemy, #1)

by Callie Hart

“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.”

Eighty years or eighteen hours. It doesn’t matter to me. It’ll still be the highest honor of my life.