Quicksilver (Fae & Alchemy, #1)

by Callie Hart

I hated him, I did. But you couldn’t hate something without caring about it just a little, too.

“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.”