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“Be more specific with your questioning, Sunshine. He probably whittles every spare moment of his life. He probably wins whittling competitions.”
“It's fucking outrageous that he can sing, too.”
He thought for a moment, appearing to decide whether he'd answer the question. Then he said, “I was wrong, y’know. You are a good thief.”
We know who she is, the quicksilver hissed. She is the dawn. She is the moon. She is the sky. She is oxygen in our lungs.
“Then swear, Little Osha, and I’ll trust you.” A wave of hot emotion knifed me in the center of my chest. This was the kind of male I wanted to be with. “I swear it.”
“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.”
Carrion was carrying a sword and a potted plant under his arm, still wearing his thick coat with the coarse fur over its wide collar.
“Did you hear that?” he said. “What?” “That smoking hot blonde said I was pretty.”
“Eh.” He shot me a rakish grin. “I love a girl with a sharp tongue and a bad attitude. Kinda makes my dick hard.”
“I regret to inform you that I am still happily mated and married, Carrion Swift. And my husband isn't the type to share.”
That’s what Oshellith means in Old Fae, Saeris. Most Sacred.”
“Stellar plan,” I whispered. “That really panned out.”
He would show me the meaning of ecstasy and drown me in it until I fucking died. Please, Fisher. Gods, I want you.
“I'm in love with you, Saeris Fane,” he whispered quietly into my hair. “And I'm already half-mad, anyway. What's a little complicated thrown into the mix?”
Carrion seemed taken aback by this. And then somewhat interested. After thinking for a second, he said, “I wouldn't be opposed. But maybe later. First, Saeris has work to do, and I plan on giving her a hand.”
Carrion held the sword, turning it this way and that. After much consideration, he said, “It looks like a Simon.”
“Carrion Swift, if you don't wake up right now, I'm going to tell all of your asshole friends back in the Third that you were a shitty lay.”
Carrion flopped onto his back and fixed me with narrowed eyes. “You wouldn't...fucking...dare.”
“My name is Carrion Swift. But there was a time when I was known as Carrion Daianthus. First born son to Rurik and Amelia Daianthus.”
“So…you’re saying that Fisher and I are responsible for the end of the entire universe?”
If you truly accept Fisher as your mate, then you must agree for the thread of your life to be severed from the tapestry of the universe.
“All right. I'm sorry I didn't disclose to you that I was a magic-wielding political asylum seeker, posing as a human when I slept with you. Does that make you feel better?”
“Are you going to tell me about my parents, or are you going to start undressing each other? Because I can leave. I don't have to, but I can,” Carrion said.
“Human, Fae, or Vampire. It doesn’t matter how long you live, Saeris, you will always be most sacred to me.”
