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“Nobody will ever fuck you the way I'm about to fuck you, Saeris Fane. I'm about to introduce you to all seven gods. When you meet them, don't forget to tell them I'm the one you worship on your knees.” Out. Fucking. Loud.
Eeeeeek
“I accepted the bond. Earlier. When I was inside you. When my soul was wrapped around yours.” He was so calm. Not a hint of uncertainty or nerves at all. Meanwhile, I felt like I was about to pass out. “You accepted it,” I said. “I did.”
He'd accepted me as his mate.
“I'm in love with you, Saeris Fane,” he whispered quietly into my hair. “And I'm already half-mad, anyway. What's a little complicated thrown into the mix?”
Whyyy my heart
“I came for a little hope.”
Kingfisher why
I sank to my knees and sobbed.
FISHER WHY
So Kingfisher had gone to Gillethrye to save Everlayne and everyone else he cared about.
“I'm coming with you through that portal. I'm gonna help you save your asshole boyfriend. But first, I want one of those fancy swords.”
Saeris? Fisher's voice was full of panic in my mind. Saeris, do not come here!
He was the first thing I saw. Always. My heart and my soul knew exactly where to find him.
Not okay
You shouldn't be here, Little Osha,
wanted to save you from this. I didn't want you to suffer with me.
Wahhh
His eyes were back on me now, locked fast, as if I were an anchor in a storm, the only thing capable of grounding him.
“My name is Carrion Swift. But there was a time when I was known as Carrion Daianthus. First born son to Rurik and Amelia Daianthus.”
said it out loud, hadn't I? I'd acknowledged that Fisher was my mate. That was too big and too wild to comprehend right now.
“You were supposed to have been born Fae, in the same realm as your Kingfisher. So I separated you. Hundreds of years before you were born, I shifted the events around your birth.
you and he would always collide. There was nothing I could do to stop it.”
I should have been born Fae. The God of Chaos had simply interfered.
Kingfisher. My Kingfisher. My mate.
The tips of my ears were pointed. They poked up through my mussed hair, as if they had always been this way. I opened my mouth to curse, saw the state of my teeth, and my heart set to racing. Canines. I had very long canines. And they looked sharp. “I’m…Fae?”
longer human. Not fully vampire. Not fully Fae.
“Because you're an asshole. I've known you since I was fifteen!” He shook his head, hands palm up in the air. “And? I've known you since I was a thousand and eighty-six. Do I win a prize?” “You didn't tell me that you were heir to a fucking Fae throne!”
Fisher’s father had been the one to secret the true heir to the throne out of Yvelia. A thousand years later, his son had been the one to bring him back. It meant something.
“Carrion!” “What? You've been fucking Fisher for the past gods only knows how long!” “Yes, but I knew what he was when I decided to sleep with him. And he was my mate.”
His expression softened for me. Hey, you, he whispered into my mind. Hey back, I answered.
I want to be alone with my mate.” He said it with such pride. My mate.
After I refused to let him heal me with his soul, it was no wonder he was looking at me right now like he was worried I was never going to speak to him again. This...was huge. I wasn't myself anymore.
In two days' time, you officially become the new queen of Sanasroth.”
