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This bastard would shit himself if he realized he had the Saeris Fane in his grasp.
Sometimes, objects shook around me. Objects made of iron, tin, or gold.
Elroy had been right back at the workshop; taking the armor had been the most reckless thing I’d ever done. I should never have stolen it.
There was no taking it back. I had drawn a weapon on the Undying Queen’s guard. In short, I was dead. My body just didn’t know it yet.
I’d needed to be chosen by the queen so that I could get close enough to kill her.
Do you know much about metalwork, Captain? I do. It’s under the most unbearable conditions that the sharpest, most dangerous weapons are forged. And we are dangerous, Captain. She’s turned us all into weapons. That is why she won’t suffer my people to live.”
Amongst them, the only two I recognized were Balea and Min, the physical embodiment of Zilvaren’s suns—twin sisters, identical in appearance, beautiful and cruel.
Queen Madra emerged from the darkness as if she were made of it.
Boot-licking, flattering, fawning sycophant.
Elroy told me how they slaughtered cows once. They hit them in the forehead with a piercing bolt, taking them by surprise.
Ew that made me shiver
Gritting my teeth, I answered the voice inside of me, commanding me to unmake the dagger, like such a thing was even possible. And it was. Almost as stunned as Harron, I watched as the knife liquified in the captain’s gloved hand and ran through his fingers in rivulets of rolling silver. “Heretical… magic!” Harron gasped.
It was… Death. The bastard had come to claim me in person. Emerging from the silver,
The darkness took me before the silver could.
Kingfisher’s expression hardened. “I assume he’s still scrubbing his balls,” he said dryly.
Lmaoooo
A second later, he slammed the sole of his boot against the wood, and then the door was on the ground in pieces. “Knock knock.”
Lmaooo i busted out laughing!
breath. “I was born at the very beginning of the tenth age. I’ve been alive for one thousand four hundred and eighty-six years.” “One thou…?”
Wtf
“Not bad. He’s one thousand seven hundred and thirty years old.” “One thousand seven hundred and thirty-three,”
“I have to say, I was expecting that to go differently,” he mused. And then I punched him square in the mouth.
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.”
Oh?!
Kingfisher leaned forward, his tongue running over his teeth again. He smiled suggestively as he said, “Swallow.”
I jerked when he snapped his fingers in front of my face. “You could at least say hello before you start eye-fucking me.”
“Holy gods and martyrs!” My heart leaped up into my throat. Less than an inch away, Kingfisher smiled down at me.
“Nothing at all? I like the sound of that. Come here and look at this, Nothing At All.”
“Let me guess. Your virginity.” “Fuck you, Fisher.” “Sure.” He smirked.
But, of all the beautiful things I had seen, Fisher was the most beautiful of all.
“If you want it, come here and touch it,” he rumbled. Holy. Fucking. Gods.
“Thrum, thrum, thrum, thrum, thrum. Fast. Erratic, like a hummingbird. I hear it bouncing around all over the place when you look at me. Did you know that?”
“I don’t hate your kind. I’m just disappointed by how breakable you are. 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 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.”
Your mind is as shallow as a fucking teacup. It would have splintered into a thousand pieces if you’d stepped into that pool.”
“This is not my brother, Fisher. This is Carrion fucking Swift!”
As he’d commanded, I didn’t make a sound. What the hell had he done to me? Why was my body not my own?
Always pay attention to the fine print. The devil’s in the details.
“I’ll happily kiss all of your aches and pains better for you once we strike camp. I’ve been told my mouth has healing properties. Especially when administered between a pair of thighs.”
“Says the thief who stole a piece of valuable jewelry right off of my body. While rubbing her body all over me to distract me.” He had me there.
But it turns out you’ve got jokes! At least I can count on you for some entertainment.” Honestly. He was such a piece of work.
All of this, for Kingfisher. Kingfisher and Ren. So many stories of valiant battles and impossible odds. From the way the two males had reacted when they’d first realized they’d been recognized, I’d thought we were about to be attacked.
To me, Kingfisher was a surly, foul-mouthed bastard who I wouldn’t piss on even if he was on fire. To everyone inside this tavern, he was a living fucking god.
“Are you thinking about running? Gods, I hope so. I’ll give you a head start if you like. It’s been an age since I’ve hunted anything.”
Kingfisher only gave me a tight-lipped smile as my body moved of its own accord, following his command without my permission.
“There’s every way,” Fisher rumbled, his eyes darkening. “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—”
I raised my eyebrows at him. “You let a fire sprite jerk you off with a handful of Fae moss?”
Carrion held up a hand. “I’d prefer not to be here, actually.”
Me everytime i have to go to a cook out lol
“I’m not hungry,” I said. “You are,” Fisher said. “We can all hear your stomach rumbling. Put something in it so we don’t have to listen to it complaining for the next hour.”
do not need to use a training sword!” “Oh? You have experience wielding a blade, then? A proper, full-length sword and not some badly forged back-alley shank?” I was going to shank him in the neck with my very dull butter knife. Then he’d see how proficient I was with a blade.
“Go in. Please.” He winced when he said please; manners were evidently painful to Fisher.
“Don’t share food with that prick again, Little Osha.” “What?” “Swift. Earlier. Back in the war room. You were trading that cake back and forth with him for ages.”
Carrion said. “I was fast asleep in my tent. Then, there he was, a black cloud with a shitty attitude, growling at me to get up. The sun hadn’t even come up yet, and he kept griping about me being lazy. He called me a waste of carbon. What does that even mean?”
Carrion’s grin faltered. “You are extra fucking miserable today. You should really get laid. Might help improve your mood. Tell him, Sunshine.” I choked. Loudly.
