Quicksilver (Fae & Alchemy, #1)

by Callie Hart

I shook my head—there was no time to waste on puzzles. “I want you to leave Fisher,” I rushed out. “Leave him?” the quicksilver asked in a quizzical voice. “Yes. Leave him. His body. I want you to come out of him. I’ll strike a deal with you—” “We cannot leave him. We are him.” A multitude of voices layered over each other—an echoing chorus of voices, delivering news that I didn’t want to hear. “He is Fae. You are… you’re…” I didn’t have a clue what it was. Not really. What the hell was I supposed to tell it? I had to keep things simple. “You’re quicksilver. You’re not supposed to bind with living creatures.” “We bind with all kinds of weapons.” “Fisher isn’t a weapon! He’s… he’s a living, breathing…” “Weapon,” the quicksilver said. “The best. We are him. He is us. We cannot leave. We will die.” “You’ll die? Or Kingfisher?” “All of us,” the quicksilver emphasized. “We are one thing. One weapon.”