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This bed was far bigger, for starters, and it didn’t smell like muskrat.
Death had come for me, with wavy black hair and wicked green eyes.
Death, dressed in midnight, taking a chain from his neck and looping it around mine. Death, scooping me up into his arms.
pendant
Not to mention the fact that there are still rumors floating around that the Daianthus heir is in Zilvaren somewhere.
She’d squawked when he’d thrown me unceremoniously down onto my bed and snarled, “Bad human,” at me.
Kingfisher’s gaze snapped up, singling in on mine. “Careful, human. We Fae have an excellent sense of smell. You’d be amazed what we can scent floating on the air.”
“I like being surprised,” Fisher said, spinning his fork over in his hand. “I’m also a fan of aggressive foreplay. It’ll be a fun reminder.”
He smiled suggestively as he said, “Swallow.”
Your new furry bracelet is a consequence of human weakness.
If I held you down and fucked you the way I’m imagining fucking you right now, I doubt that you’d survive it.”
That’s one of the things I like most about you.”
I’m thinking about drinking the sweet nectar you’re making for me straight from the fucking cup.”
“I’d know the smell of you anywhere. On anyone. I’d know it blind and in the dark. Across a fucking sea. I’d be able to scent you—”
You should call her Majesty.”
“When I imagine you, Little Osha, you’re very rarely wearing clothes.”
“I was
wrong, y’know. You are a good thief.”
Fisher will never forgive me if his sole reason for living is torn to pieces on her first fucking battlefield.”
