Quicksilver (Fae & Alchemy, #1)

by Callie Hart

“Well, it wasn’t any fun, that’s for sure. But it was a long time ago. I’ve suffered worse since. Anyway, we were miles away from anywhere. I wouldn’t have lasted until they could get me to help. If I’d died and come back turned while I was with them, there was a chance I could have killed a number of the party, and some of them didn’t want to risk that. They told Fisher it would be best to run me through and be done with it, but he refused. He made them set up camp for the night, and he transported me to Cahlish. He carried me in his arms, for fuck’s sake. I was a lot smaller then,” Lorreth stressed. “He put me in a bed, and he had healers come and tend to me, and he waited to see what they’d say. They weren’t optimistic about my odds. I had more venom than blood in my veins, and there are limits to what even the most skilled healer can accomplish under those circumstances. They told him to go back to the wolves, and when I passed, they would bury me beneath a yew tree out in one of the fields that bordered the estate. But Fisher didn’t do that.” “What… did he do?” Lorreth tossed his head back and laughed. “Something I’m sure I’ve given him innumerable reasons to regret since. He made me his brother. By blood. He gave me a part of his soul.”