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For those who live their nightmares, so that others may have their dreams.
It was Death.
“Straight for the jugular then, Little Osha? Ruthless. I like it.”
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.
“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.
Fisher grinned so hard that a small dimple appeared, forming a deep groove in his cheek. A godscursed dimple.
“Are you thinking about running? Gods, I hope so. I’ll give you a head start if you like. It’s been an age since I’ve hunted anything.”
“I always know where you are, Little Osha.”
“I was wrong, y’know. You are a good thief.” “What have I stolen?”
HIS HEART
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.”
The rest of the sentence was cut short when a plume of black smoke swept me up off the ground, and suddenly I was in Fisher’s arms. His face was streaked with ichor, eyes full of panic. “Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt?”
It was both beautiful and terrifying to watch. Kingfisher turned killing into an art form.
I am selfish, Saeris. I wanted something quiet and small and special for the both of us. Something we could keep.
“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?”
“I play back,” Fisher spat. “It might not be today, but oh, I am coming to find you, Madra. Fear the shadows, bitch. I’m made of them. One night soon, I’ll climb out of one and slit your fucking throat.”
Hey, you, he whispered into my mind. Hey back, I answered.
“Human, Fae, or vampire. It doesn’t matter how long you live, Saeris; you will always be most sacred to me.”
