Quicksilver (Fae & Alchemy, #1)

by Callie Hart

I narrowed my eyes at Kingfisher. “When will Carrion wake up?” “How am I supposed to know?” Fisher drank from his own beer, green eyes glinting at me over the top of his tankard. From within the dark shadows of his hood, they seemed to flash in the most remarkable way. “I was unconscious for ten days. Are you planning on carting him around on the back of your horse for days on end?” “No,” he said simply. “What do you mean, no?” “I mean no, I'm not planning on doing that. You were on the verge of death. That's why you took so long to wake up. And we won't have to ride any further to get where we're going, so your friend's career as a saddle bag has already come to an end.” “Where are you taking me?” “Home.” “And where is home?” I pressed, my frustration levels rising. He took a deep pull from his beer, the muscles beneath the tattooed skin of his neck working. “The place where I was born.” “Urgh! Do you have to be so difficult?” His eyes danced. “It isn't mandatory, but I do enjoy it.”

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