Quicksilver (Fae & Alchemy, #1)

by Callie Hart

“Let go, let go, leggo, leggo, leggo,” I pleaded. “Please let go. I don't want to have to hurt you. I'm sorry we ruined your home. I promise we'll build you an even better one.” “Don't make promises on my behalf,” Kingfisher interjected. “I think it would make a great hat.” I growled at Kingfisher. The fox growled, too. As if we'd found some common ground, the little fox slowly relaxed its grip on my forearm, its jaws shaking as if it were going against its better nature by releasing me. I stood, pressing my hand against the puncture marks in my skin, attempting to stem the flow of blood. The fox shot Kingfisher a wary look and darted under my skirts, hiding beneath the folds of the shifting fabric. “Oh, look,” Kingfisher observed. “Finally. A use for all of that ridiculous material. Such a pretty little doll in her pretty little dress, aren’t you.” “Hey! I don't want to wear this,” I snapped, plucking at the dress. “What was I wearing when you found me?” “A whole lot of blood.” Fisher pondered. Frowned. “Wait. I seem to recall that your intestines might have been a part of your ensemble.” “Pants and a shirt,” I said dryly. “And a pair of boots with really good soles. Do you have any idea what those boots cost me?” “Let me guess. Your virginity.” “Fuck you, Fisher.” “Sure.” He smirked. “But I'm afraid I don't have any new boots to trade you for your time.” I lunged for him, ready to kill him, and gasped when I felt the brush of fur against my calves and remembered the litt...

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