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“Fuck. Me,” he rasped. “That was… bad.”
“I hate that fucking place, but I went there for you. I got stabbed seven times in various parts of my body. For you. This prick said he was Hayden. His blood said he was Hayden. I did what I said I was going to do. Now move. We’re getting the hell out of here.”
“I don’t care about the food and water. I care about Onyx!” “What’s an Onyx?”
Last night, for example, when the head of the Lupo Proelia had plowed me like a godscursed field.
“She does care.”
left of the sword. “She
“She has a mind and a mouth of her own. I am the keeper of neither.”
“But she isn’t a member of this army, and you aren’t her superior,”
But if he dies first, he’s condemned to wait here for me to die before he can move on. He’d be trapped here, in a non-corporeal state, unable to touch anything or anyone. Unable to be heard. That’s the sacrifice he made when he decided to give me the gift of life. It’s
They were still blank when he made sure I was safely transported into his bedroom, and blanker still when he bid me a curt good night and left.
“It’s too big for you,”
Bring the fox if it’ll make you feel better.”
“Stop looking at me like that,” he said. “Why?” I asked suspiciously. “Gods and fucking sinners, never mind. Let’s just go.”
“I don’t hate you,”
as Onyx bolted ahead of us up the path, carrying a Bettell biscuit in his mouth.
“Don’t,” he said. But then, a little softer, he added, “Not tonight.”
I wasn’t surprised by that. Fisher might deign to fuck me,
“If you use the oath you tricked me into to force me from this room right now, I will never forgive you. I will find a way to make your life absolutely fucking miserable. In fact, while we’re here and having such a lovely
watched them slit her throat,”
The warmth from his body was divine. I could feel his heart beating against my back—slow and even, in time with the soft push and pull of his breath. Somewhere toward the foot of the small bed, Onyx groaned comfortably and nestled deeper into the blankets. This was… new. Different. Fisher hooked his fingers underneath the hem of my shirt and rested his hand against my skin.
Letting out a shaky breath, I arched my back, grinding my ass up against Fisher’s cock. Gods and sinners, he was so fucking hard. He let out a rough groan, his breath sweeping over
and just like that, my clothes were in shreds, falling away from my torso, my arms, and my legs. Fisher’s pants were just gone. I’d gotten what I’d so desperately wanted.
“I didn’t know how you took your coffee,” he said softly. Shit. “How long have you known I was here?” He smiled sadly. “I always know where you are, Little Osha.”
He would not be the reason why I figured out how to accomplish this task.
“I’ve been waiting to see if you’d try and yank it out of me.”
When he stilled by the bookcase, he was already dressed in his black leather armor, plate at his throat and murder in his eyes. “What is it?” he demanded.
By the time my bare feet hit the rug, I was dressed in black fighting leathers and a long-sleeved black shirt to match them.
This was the kind of male I wanted to be with.
“Stubborn girl,” he growled. “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.”
when a plume of black smoke swept me up off the ground, and suddenly I was in Fisher’s arms. His face was streaked with ichor, eyes full of panic. “Are you okay? What happened? Are you hurt?” “I’m fine. I’m okay, I swear.”
“WELL, HE CAN’T HAVE HER!”
A shock wave of blinding white light surged from Avisiéth’s pommel, and Danya was thrown across the map room.
A stream of crimson blood ran in its wake. He pressed his hand against my chest, right between my breasts. The contact wasn’t sexual, but Kingfisher still huffed a little. “My blood in thanks, sister,” Lorreth said softly.
made. “It was my honor to fight alongside you,” he said. “My blood in thanks, sister.”
Giving me a very tired, very sad smile, he said, “I give you my blood in thanks, Saeris Fane.”
But Fisher had said my name. Finally.
“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. It’s a position of high honor meant for a Fae female born into one of the old houses,
“Don’t you worry, Saeris. You’re perfect right where you are.”
hadn’t heard Fisher come through the gate. I felt his presence, though—a pleasant warmth in the back of my mind. The scent of the forest enveloped me as strong, tattooed hands rested on top of my shoulders. “No rules have been broken, Danya. And even if they had, that wouldn’t be any of your business.”
Who the fuck are you to say she and Fisher don’t belong together?”
“My personal life isn’t up for public discussion.” “Holy fuck. Why is it so cold in here?” Carrion
“But then I realized that it was you. He didn’t want me smelling like you.”
And there was Fisher.
The marks? Like… out of the blue? Overnight? Or… while… y’know… you’re having sex with someone?”
“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.
do you happen to know where Fisher is?”
He smiled when the little fox leaped into his lap and began licking his chin. Actually smiled. That smile faded when he turned his attention to me and saw the state I was in. “Fuck me, Little Osha. Did you get attacked on the way over here? You’re sweating.”
mine. You know why,
Just that you’d have dark hair, and a beautiful smile. And that I’d love you with a fierceness despite myself.”
She… she drew you.”
