Quicksilver (Fae & Alchemy, #1)

by Callie Hart

If you’re going to spend the night out whoring and drinking, the least you could do is wash the smell of sex off you before showing up for breakfast.” Kingfisher looked like he was about to explode with laughter. The monstrous bastard was enjoying this. I braced for the cruel jibe—he was seconds from telling his sister that whatever she could smell was courtesy of me and not him. But when he spoke, he took me by surprise. “You’re right. I’m sorry, Layne. That was inconsiderate. I’ll take my breakfast and leave you both in peace. If Ren shows up, let him know I’m down in the bathhouse, washing away my sins. I’ll see you this afternoon, Osha. Be ready to practice more of what we learned yesterday.” Wait… I watched him go. He took the fall for me. Why would he do that? Would Layne know that I was the source of the scent of arousal in the air the moment he left? I didn’t think so. I wasn’t thinking about Fisher’s tongue trailing up my neck anymore. I was thinking about him forcing me to hold that quicksilver in my palm again and how much it was going to hurt.