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Do not touch the sword. Do not…turn the key!” he panted. “Do not open the gate! You—you've no idea the hell you will unleash on this place!”
he'd thrown me unceremoniously down onto my bed and snarled, “Bad human,” at me.
I despised Kingfisher. I was not attracted to him. I was not thinking about his tongue or his teeth...
“You could at least say hello before you start eye-fucking me.” “I wasn't eye-fucking you. I was trying to see through all of this...steam.”
“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.”
“No, you're not. You should be, but you're not. That's one of the things I like most about you.”
“That your body is betraying you in other ways. That I can smell you, Little
Osha, and I'm thinking about drinking the sweet nectar you're making for me straight from the fucking cup.”
His lips felt incredible. They parted for me, and I could feel his smile against my mouth as his tongue met mine. He kissed me back.
“I'm hurt. Leaving without saying goodbye?” I propped myself up on one elbow, then managed to sit up, wincing at the sharp bolt of pain that fired through my side. “I don't owe you a goodbye. I don't owe you anything!” “YOU OWE ME YOUR LIFE!”
“Says the thief who stole a piece of valuable jewelry right off of my body. While rubbing her body all over me to distract me.”
I hadn't meant to kiss him like that. That had been an accident.
To me, Kingfisher was a surly, foul-mouthed bastard who I wouldn't piss on even if he was on fire. To everyone inside this tavern, he was a living fucking god.
“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—”
The look he was giving me was deadly serious. Like it meant something. He swallowed, his chest rising and falling too fast, and then he nodded. “I can't trust anything,” he whispered breathlessly. And that was when he let me go.
“She's mine,” Fisher said.
“Don't share food with that prick again, Little Osha.”
“Witch,” he accused. “You do have magic.” He was so fucking big; his hard length twitched inside me, and my body answered in kind, tightening around him. His fingers gouged into my skin, digging deeper into my
I'd just had sex with Fisher. I'd just let him fuck the hell out of me, and now we were naked, tangled up in each other's bodies.
“Don’t call her Sunshine,” he commanded. “Why not?” If Carrion’s plan was to poke the bear, then he sure as hell knew how to go about it.
“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.”
He did smile then, slow and rueful, head turned away as he toyed with his fork. “They'll believe you, Little Osha. They've all seen me smile plenty.” “Just not recently?” I whispered. “No. Not recently. Smiling has been pretty hard of late.” His Adam's apple bobbed. “It is getting easier, though.”
that Fisher was bound in some way and couldn't answer—had,
Fisher finally twisted over and laid his head back on his pillow. “Come here,” he said. “What?” “Don't make me drag you down here.” There was a tired but playful catch in his voice.
Holy shit! He... Was that... I couldn't...
Like he was being reborn.
The world came back into existence little by little, like snowflakes fluttering from the ceiling. It took a long time for my body to stop trembling. Just as he had done when I woke up, Fisher lay behind me, still as the dead, not breathing. Only this time, he was holding onto me for dear life. He didn't let go.
I'd be discarded here for three days as a result of his inability to manage his fucking feelings.
sidenote, Fisher and I were now randomly capable of speaking into each other's
minds.
“I always know where you are, Little Osha.” Opening his eyes, he turned and looked at me. The smile developed a dangerous edge to it when he took me in.
It's time for you to rest, too, Osha. That voice. Gods alive. It made me jump when I heard it in my mind, though I had been waiting for it. Not until I'm done, I answered. I'm nearly there.
was wrong, y’know. You are a good thief.” “What have I stolen?”
No one had ever washed my hair before. It was an experience I wanted again and again. But only from him. Only from Fisher.
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.”
SCREAMING AND CRYING
“WELL, HE CAN'T HAVE HER!” Fisher's declaration boomed over the Darn;
But Fisher had said my name. Finally. And it was...weird.
“Don't you worry, Saeris. You're perfect right where you are.”
“No rules have been broken, Danya. And even if they had, that wouldn't be any of your business.”
I had suspected that was why Fisher had made Carrion take that bath, but I'd never said it out loud.
Maybe I was fooling myself, and he would discard me after he'd had his fun. But either way...I didn't want to leave him.
true mating bonds existed.
SCREAMING ARGH
“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. You're the chink in my armor, Saeris. The soft spot where the knife slides in. You are the thing that Malcolm will hurt to hurt me, and I couldn't...couldn't fucking bear it!”
Kingfisher nodded slowly, eyes shining bright. “Most sacred,” he repeated, whispering the words.
“She said, when I needed you most, you’d come blazing into my life like a meteorite, riding on a wave of chaos that would turn my whole world upside down. That you’d shine so brilliantly that you’d light up hell itself and guide me out of the darkness. She had no idea what your name would be. Just that you’d have dark hair, and a beautiful smile. And that I’d love you with a fierceness despite myself.”
CRYING
“My mother never said anything about a mating bond. They haven’t existed for so long. The thought never even crossed my mind. But when I found you lying in that pool of blood, I felt it, like a band snapping into place. I smelled it on you, too. And I…I was so fucking angry.”
“Saeris—” “No. No, really. I'm thrilled that you've had so long to think about all of this. That you've known for hundreds of years that I was going to show up in your life. That you knew what those tattoos meant, and you got to decide that you were going to reject me for my own good and send me packing back to Zilvaren. I'm ecstatic that you've made all of these awful, difficult decisions on my behalf, Kingfisher.” “Oh, come on! Be realistic!”
God-bound. We were God-bound. Mates.
Your scent drives me crazy, Fisher rumbled. You're like a fucking drug. You light me up.
