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wanted me to understand that Fisher had agreed to this somehow. That he’d allowed the quicksilver to bind with him and had known what it would mean.
“If you come, will you stay right by me?” he asked.
“My father’s bones rest somewhere in Zilvaren. His sword spent the past millennia there,
“Be unrelenting and unmerciful in the face of the wicked dead,” Fisher said.
And us… an excited voice whispered. Us too! And us!
“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.”
Oh hehe
What did—ohfffUCK!
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“I’ll wound them. You end them,” he snarled.
It was both beautiful and terrifying to watch. Kingfisher turned killing into an art form.
It was Everlayne.
Girl wat
Why isn’t she already fucking dead?”
“She can’t come home now,” Ren whispered in a broken voice. “She’s his.”
How the fuck had Everlayne wound up in Malcolm’s hands, anyway?
Exactly
“WELL, HE CAN’T HAVE HER!” Fisher’s declaration boomed over the Darn;
“Why is Malcolm’s bite so different from the other vampires?”
WE KNOW THIS ALREADY
Fisher’s quiet pride. Ren’s warm approval. Lorreth’s wolfish grin.
“My blood in thanks, sister,” Lorreth said softly.
“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 Ren assessed the scene, shot me a wink, and said, “Don’t you worry, Saeris. You’re perfect right where you are.”
He waggled his eyebrows. “But then I realized that it was you. He didn’t want me smelling like you.”
Not the brother. The Kingggfisshhherrrr, the quicksilver buzzed. Save him. Save the gates. Save Yvelia.
“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.
“They called it a God Binding. A blessing from the gods themselves.
“The lovers in those stories always suffered terribly. One of them always died. They were beautiful tales, but they ended with heartbreak.”
I’ve known for centuries that you were coming. That you were just going to show up one day and change everything. You’re the chink in my armor, Saeris. The soft spot where the knife slides in.
That’s what Oshellith means in Old Fae, Saeris. Most Sacred.”
“In all of her drawings of you, your ears were like mine. You were Fae.
BC SHE PROB IS
when I found you lying in that pool of blood, I felt it, like a band snapping into place.
He leaned into me, resting his head against my stomach, wrapping his arms around my legs, placing his hands lightly on the backs of my thighs, and I held him. Seconds passed. Long minutes. I rubbed a hand between his shoulder blades in circles, hurting, and aching and wishing. Eventually, he sat upright and sank back into the chair, his cheeks flushed. He refused to look at me, but he nodded, as if to say, “It’s okay. I’m okay.” And so I left.
“You’re planning to take on Malcolm and kidnap his newest thrall with just three Fae males and two humans?”
Lol
God-bound. We were God-bound. Mates.
“Nobody will ever fuck you the way I’m about to fuck you, Saeris Fane. I’m about to introduce you to all seven gods. When you meet them, don’t forget to tell them I’m the one you worship on your knees.”
JEEZ
“My lips to kiss. My mouth to fuck.”
JEEZ
“I accepted the bond. Earlier. When I was inside you. When my soul was wrapped around yours.”
“When we were here last time, you said that the people of Ballard had something you needed. But you never got it,” I whispered. Fisher gently kissed my forehead, and all around us, the flickering candle flames started to blink out. “Yes, I did,” he said. I barely heard his next words as I drifted away. “I came for a little hope.”
I’ve never been one to trust in the gods, but I choose to believe that all things come from the same place when life begins. I have hope that they return to the same place when it ends. I’ll be waiting for you there, Saeris Fane.
When he was done puking, Carrion flopped onto his back and fixed me with narrowed eyes. “You wouldn’t… fucking… dare.”
Lmfaoooooo
“What are they screaming?” Carrion breathed. Lorreth answered in a horrified tone. “Release us.”
HE WAS the first thing I saw. Always. My heart and my soul knew exactly where to find him.
To the left… Madra.
Human. Fae. Vampire. The three regents all adopted similar expressions of satisfaction as they took in our confusion.
And now that our Triumvirate is reunited, all three of us are more powerful than we’ve been in an age.”
“You know, it does bring me such joy to be reunited, the three of us. You’ve missed much, Madra. We’ve been having a wonderful time. Especially lately. The fall of Gillethrye was a sight to behold, wasn’t it, Brother?”
Fear the shadows, bitch. I’m made of them.
Lol ok
We are the Triumvirate, Dog. Three crowns sharing one source. To kill one of us, you must kill us all, and that is no easy task.”
Head tipped back, he stared at the vampire defiantly as Malcolm snapped his head forward and sank his teeth into his throat.
NAUR
“My name is Carrion Swift. But there was a time when I was known as Carrion Daianthus. Firstborn son to Rurik and Amelia Daianthus.”
I promised to let Fisher go if only he gave me a taste. I promised to wipe Gillethrye from his memory, so he’d forget all about this place and what had happened here… if only he fed from me just once.
“Sorry.” It was scary how rattly my lungs felt when I spoke. “He’s just not into the undead.”
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