Quicksilver (Fae & Alchemy, #1)

by Callie Hart

Carrion squawked, fumbling the book in his hands. He came dangerously close to falling off his chair as I stormed through the shadow gate and into Fisher's bedroom. “Gods a-fucking-live!” He gasped, clutching his chest. “A little warning?” “Where is everyone?” I demanded. “I don't know. In the library? Everyone's going cross-eyed, trying to find a way to make sure they break this enthrallment thing. What are you doing with Fisher's sword?” I tossed Nimerelle onto the bed, along with the old shirt I'd found to wrap the grip so I could pick it up. “Never mind the sword. Why aren't you with everybody else?” I snapped. The back-alley thief shrugged shamelessly. “I came looking for Onyx. I couldn't find him anywhere, so I guessed he was sleeping in here. Crazy bedroom. Have you seen the artwork?” He gestured to the slashed paintings that still hung on the walls, their canvases torn to ribbons. He carried on, not giving me room to speak. “I was going to leave, but then I figured maybe Fisher kept a diary. And guess what? He doesn’t. But he does have something even better.” I crossed the room. “What time is it?” “Wait. Don’t you want to know what I’m reading?” “Let me guess. It’s a book of prophecies, and there are a ton of drawings of me in it with pointed ears.” Carrion’s disappointment stole his grin. “How did you know?” “Carrion, I can’t do this right now. What time is it?” “Nearly two, I s’pose. We had lunch a while ago. I wasn't expecting anyone to step through that thing u...

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