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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.
Gifts that had long since been lost to us.
It was all luck. Good or bad. And luck could change at any moment.
I would fix it, the way I fixed everything.
“My hand! She… she cut off my… hand!” “I’m coming for your fucking head next,” I seethed.
We’re being slowly and methodically poisoned because we don’t matter. Because we ask questions. Because we say no.
We’ve been reduced to embers, yes, but the coals that lie beneath the ash of my ward are still hot enough to burn. 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.”
“It was the Fae, wasn’t it?” she hissed. “They’ve found a way through. They’ve come for me at last?”
We take more than we’re given, or we die. It’s an easy decision. You’d do the same if it meant the difference between life and death.”
“One last, really good scream for the queen, and we’ll have you on your way, all right?”
“Let’s be done with it, then,” a small voice whispered in the back of my quieting mind.
“This is the part where… you scream… Captain.”
“Ahh. Saeris. A pretty name. A Fae name.
“She must have a drop of Fae blood,” a deep voice murmured. “Enough to stop Solace from burning off her hands. But not enough to matter.”
“An Oshellith is a type of butterfly,” he called as he went. “Osha for short. They hatch, live, and die all in one day. The cold kills them very fast.
“Enjoy your dusty books, human. I’ll be waiting for you in the forge this afternoon. Don’t make me come looking for you.”
There had once been three branches of Alchemists—Fae who sought to discover the path to immortality, Fae who sought to create and invent by transmuting various metals and ores, and lastly, Fae who sought to cure illness and disease.
She’d squawked when he’d thrown me unceremoniously down onto my bed and snarled, “Bad human,” at me.
Heat rose up from the pit of my stomach, my blood rushing to my cheeks. 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.”
“Nothing at all? I like the sound of that. Come here and look at this, Nothing At All.”
“If you want it, come here and touch it,” he rumbled.
“We can hear each other’s heartbeats.” Out of nowhere, he grabbed me by the wrist. I tensed, jolting, but he didn’t hurt me. He took the pendant, lifting it, placing the metal between his teeth, holding it out of the way as he moved my hand to the center of his chest. “Feel that?” he asked,
I hear it bouncing around all over the place when you look at me. Did you know that?”
“It’s beating fast because I’m afraid,” I snapped. “Of me?” Kingfisher huffed a blast of laughter down his nose. “No, you’re not. You should be, but you’re not. That’s one of the things I like most about you.”
“I’m hurt. Leaving without saying goodbye?”
My home was up there. Amongst the stars. I gaped at the pinpricks of twinkling light, wondering if any of them were my suns.
He twisted around in his saddle, a ruinous smirk dancing at the corners of his mouth. “How hard my what, human?”
“I’m not… I’m just…” His eyes were distant. “That was a long time ago. That person doesn’t exist anymore.”
Here. Here. I’m here, the quicksilver whispered in its singular voice. Alone. Alone. Come to me. Find me. Be with me.
“Fisher’s very single-minded sometimes. There’s no gray. Only black and white. I fear that part of him has only gotten worse while he’s been away. He has to keep things very straight in his mind, otherwise lines get blurred.