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The three Fae were passing one of the many sets of alcoves occupied by statues of the gods. Everlayne bowed and touched her head to them as she hurried by. Ren grumbled, giving them a cursory nod. Kingfisher stuck out a hand and flipped all seven of them off as he stormed by.
“Maybe the issue is that you asked me a question about my cock like a hungry little bitch in heat and didn't ask me something that mattered.”
Ooooop
“I have to say, I was expecting that to go differently,” he mused. And then I punched him square in the mouth.
She'd squawked when he'd thrown me unceremoniously down onto my bed and snarled, “Bad human,” at me.
“Cats scratch,” I said flatly. “I came this close to knocking you on your ass.” “In your fucking dreams, human.”
Layne's dark-haired brother smirked like a demon when he realized that I had entered the blistering hot workshop,
“You could at least say hello before you start eye-fucking me.”
Fisher stood up straight, half-closing one eye as he studied me. “Are your kind supposed to nap in the afternoons? You're really grumpy. I'm the one with the hangover, y'know.”
I don't want to know.” “Ren
He was beautiful. Looking at him made me feel like I couldn't catch my breath.
“I don't hate your kind. I'm just disappointed by how breakable you are. If I held you down and fucked you the way I'm imagining fucking you right now, I doubt that you’d survive it.”
“He's not...what you think he is.” “A bastard? He's definitely a bastard.”
“When you were grinding yourself all over my lap, you marked me up very efficiently,” he purred.
“There's every way,” Fisher rumbled, his eyes darkening. “I'd know the smell of you anywhere. On anyone. I'd know it blind and in the dark. Across a fucking sea. I'd be able to scent you—” BOOM!
“Fair enough. Let’s talk about food, then.” “Food?” He nodded. “Don't share food with that prick again, Little Osha.”
“Because she is moonlight. The mist that shrouds the mountains. The bite of electricity in the air before a storm. The smoke that rolls across a battlefield before the killing starts. You have no idea what she is. What she could be. You should call her Majesty.”
Every warrior in Innìr will smell me on you, Fisher's voice rumbled in my mind. I'm going to make you hoarse from screaming my fucking name. I'm going to mark you in every way imaginable, so that everyone knows you're fucking mine.
By righteous hands, deliverance of the unrighteous dead.
“I name you Avisiéth. The Unsung Song. Redemption's Dawn.”
“Angel's breath, brother!” he hollered. “Fucking angel's breath!”
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.
“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.”
“My weakness! My vulnerability! I've known for centuries that you were coming. That you were just going to show up one day and change everything.
