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“It’s fucking outrageous that he can sing, too.” Carrion had woken up and was stood to my right, arms folded across his chest, balefully regarding Lorreth. “That was nice, though. Messed up, but nice.”
😂😂😂😂😂
“What have I stolen?” But he smiled a small, sad smile, slowly shaking his head.
HIS HEART, LITTLE OSHA 😭😭😭
We know who she is, the quicksilver hissed. She is the dawn. She is the moon. She is the sky. She is oxygen in our lungs.
😳😳😳
Fisher turned and held out the sword to me. “My father’s bones rest somewhere in Zilvaren. His sword spent the past millennia there, which…” He paused, considering the sword. “Which makes it more Zilvaren than Yvelian now, I think.” The air was on fire, too hot to breathe. Fisher unhooked a leather scabbard from the wall of the tent and took it down, sliding Solace into it. Speechless, I lifted my arms as he wound the scabbard’s belt around my waist.
😭😭😭
“Don’t you dare die on my watch, Saeris Fane! Fisher will never forgive me if his sole reason for living is torn to pieces on her first fucking battlefield.”
His WHAT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
There, on the other side of the river, was a woman in a ruby red dress, her bright blond hair streaming out behind her like a banner of gold on the howling wind. It was Everlayne. And she was flanked by at least a hundred vampires.
NOOOOOOO
Giving me a very tired, very sad smile, he said, “I give you my blood in thanks, Saeris Fane.”
HE SAID HER NAME!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
But fuck Danya. Danya was the worst.
“That seat is reserved for the lady of the house, you stupid girl. Etiquette dictates that only Fisher’s wife is permitted to sit there.
HAHAHA HELL YEAH
“She’s honorable and brave, not to mention the most powerful Alchemist ever documented. She disarmed you in half a fucking second if you recall. Who the fuck are you to say she and Fisher don’t belong together?”
AYYYYEEEEE
“What’s with the plant?” Ren asked. Carrion shrugged. “I don’t know, I liked the look of it. It was the only green thing for a mile amongst all that white. I figured it deserved an easy life if it had made it this far growing out of a snowbank. Plus, my tent was so bare. It needed a little cheering up.”
😂😂😂
“Did you hear that?” he said. “What?” “That smoking hot blonde said I was pretty.” “Gods alive, Carrion. Do not tell me you have a thing for Danya. She’s fucking awful.” “Eh.” He shot me a rakish grin. “I love a girl with a sharp tongue and a bad attitude. Kinda makes my dick hard.”
Omg Carrion 💀
“I regret to inform you that I am still happily mated and married, Carrion Swift. And my husband isn’t the type to share.”
MATED?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?!?
“Is he handsome?” Carrion arched his eyebrow suggestively. “I do love a husband-and-wife team. Maybe he’ll let me join you both if he…”
💀💀💀
The Fae healer had lowered her hands again, but I was staring at them, eyes fixed on them. They were marked with runes. Some of her fingers bore one or two runes. Others had none. There was an elegant design on the back of her right hand, but the other was bare. Louder, the ringing in my ears intensified. I hadn’t even realized that I was crossing the forge until I was standing in front of Te Léna and I was gesturing to her hands. “Do you… I’m sorry, I, uhh, I’ve never seen such pretty tattoos before. Would you mind showing them to me?”
OH MY GOD. OH MY GOD.
“And I’m trying to help her forget the tattoos, not make a big deal out of them. Gods, you sure know how to ruin a guy’s chance of getting laid.”
I’M FREAKING OUT
“Once upon a time, that was the case. Back when true mating bonds existed. Unions between true mates were blessed with marks from the Fates. That’s where the tradition of inking our hands originated from. But there’s no such thing as true mates anymore. When the gods left Yvelia, certain elements of our magic either died or waned over time. The god swords, for example. They were very slowly cut off from the source of the magic they channeled. Our ability to form mating bonds also died out over thousands of years, until it disappeared altogether.”
FUUUUUUUCK YEEEEESSSSSSSSS!!!!!
“Oh, no. Definitely not. You only see that kind of thing in storybooks,” Te Léna scoffed. “They called it a God Binding. A blessing from the gods themselves. They weren’t real, of course. The most important couples in Yvelian history were said to have had them, but it was all romantic rubbish. Just something storytellers embellished to make their tales more tragic. Plus, they looked impressive in the illuminated books.”
Adfg(gdeyhegjyrfb 🫠
“Tragic?” “The lovers in those stories always suffered terribly. One of them always died. They were beautiful tales, but they ended with heartbreak.”
I’ve known for centuries that you were coming. That you were just going to show up one day and change everything.
That’s what Oshellith means in Old Fae, Saeris. Most Sacred.”
😭😭😭😭😭😭
“She wrote about you,” he whispered. “My mother. Pages and pages.
“She said, when I needed you most, you’d come blazing into my life like a meteorite, riding on a wave of chaos that would turn my whole world upside down. That you’d shine so brilliantly that you’d light up hell itself and guide me out of the darkness. She had no idea what your name would be. Just that you’d have dark hair, and a beautiful smile. And that I’d love you with a fierceness despite myself.”
“She said she felt like she knew you. That you and she were friends, even though a thousand years stood between you. She… she drew you.”
“No,” Fisher said blandly. “I would not. You’ll only try and fuck one of them, and we’re trying to petition them for help, not spark a war with them because you can’t keep your cock in your pants.” Lorreth pretended to swallow down vomit. “Urgh. He would not try and fuck a witch.” “No, he’s right,” Carrion said with a sigh. “I would. Y’know. Just to say that I’d done it.”
💀😅💀😅
“Everlayne’s our friend.” “I’ve actually never met Everlayne,” Carrion chipped in. “But I’m still coming. Solidarity and all that.”
💀
My soul was on fire, and I didn’t care if I burned for all eternity. So long as I was burning with him, then so be it.
He was a part of me. I sensed that in my bones. If I wanted him to be, he would be the axis around which I revolved. I would be his. Two counterparts, independent of one another. Already whole, but together stronger than we could ever be apart.
“Nobody will ever fuck you the way I’m about to fuck you, Saeris Fane. I’m about to introduce you to all seven gods. When you meet them, don’t forget to tell them I’m the one you worship on your knees.”
“I accepted the bond. Earlier. When I was inside you. When my soul was wrapped around yours.”
“I’ll be grateful for every second that I can say that I belong to you, Saeris Fane. Eighty years or eighteen hours. It doesn’t matter to me. It’ll still be the highest honor of my life.
“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?”
So Kingfisher had gone to Gillethrye to save Everlayne and everyone else he cared about. And he had gone there alone and unarmed.
Sigh…
“Let me guess. It’s a book of prophecies, and there are a ton of drawings of me in it with pointed ears.”
So she’s gunna turn fae at some point, riiiiight?
Ren got to his feet, letting out a long exhale. “I could kiss you, Carrion Swift.” Carrion seemed taken aback by this. And then somewhat interested. After thinking for a second, he said, “I wouldn’t be opposed. But maybe later. First, Saeris has work to do, and I plan on giving her a hand.”
Carrion grinned, all teeth and mischief. “I’m coming with you through that portal. I’m gonna help you save your asshole boyfriend. But first, I want one of those fancy swords.”
Carrion held the sword, turning it this way and that. After much consideration, he said, “It looks like a Simon.” “Simon?” “Yeah. Simon. Don’t blame me. That’s what it looks—” He stopped talking and listened. “See. It likes the name. It wants to be Simon.”
💀
There, sitting in the center of the dais, was Malcolm. His fine features and long, silver hair made him instantly recognizable. It was he who had spoken. It could only have been him, because I had met the other figures who sat on either side of him. They knew perfectly well who I was. To the right of the dais sat Belikon. To the left… Madra.
Oooooooof course.
Brother?
The fuck?
“I admit it. As soon as she was done pushing out the brat I forced upon her, I slit the bitch’s throat. I was sick of her fucking lies.”
😭💔
Dropping to one knee, he clasped the hilt in both hands and drove the sword in an arc, back and up… … into Belikon’s stomach.
Hell yeah 🤘🏻
Feigning shock, I said, “Wait a minute. I think Death just remembered your name, Harron.” And then I snapped his neck.
YAAASSSS
Head tipped back, he stared at the vampire defiantly as Malcolm snapped his head forward and sank his teeth into his throat.
WAIT NO PLEASE NO 😭😭😭😭
A small favor. That was vague enough to ring all kinds of alarm bells, but it was the best I was going to get. I would deal with the consequences of whatever foolishness this was later. “All right, then. Yes. I’ll owe you a small favor.”
Oh god…
It’s notoriously difficult to detect magic in half-blood Fae.
‼️‼️‼️
“Only the gods are eternal,” I told him. And I cut off Malcolm’s head.
🤘🏻🤘🏻🤘🏻
“We’re running out of time,” Taladaius said. “There’s another way, and you know it.” “No,” Fisher snapped.
Are they gunna turn her…?
He is the storm. You are the peace that must come after it.
“Which one of us do you worship more fervently?” The twin on the right asked. “Bal?” She gestured to herself. “Or Mithin?”
My jaw just DROPPED.
I blinked, trying to force this version of Carrion Swift to make sense in my head. Still the same artfully messy copper-brown hair. Still the same blue eyes and that roguish grin. But also the sloped ears. And the pointed canines. And he was so tall.
OH MY GOD
