Quicksilver (Fae & Alchemy, #1)

by Callie Hart

But protection did not mean kindness, and it certainly didn’t mean respect.

A million voices. Annorath mor! Annorath mor! Annorath mor! Annorath mor!

“That your body is betraying you in other ways. That I can smell you, Little Osha, and I’m thinking about drinking the sweet nectar you’re making for me straight from the fucking cup.”