In the Veins of the Drowning (The Siren Mage, #1)

by Kalie Cassidy

“And the king—he doesn’t need to touch to heal flesh or to make plants flourish.” My attention snapped toward her. “I’m sorry—what?” “What?” Agatha reared back at my reaction. “Every time the king has healed me, he’s touched me.” “Oh. Well.” Agatha’s lips curled into a knowing smile. “I can’t imagine why.”

This sneaky mf 😌

“You should have just focused on the horse.”

Lollll

I’d thank you for tearing me to ribbons with those pretty talons of yours.”

KICKING MY FUCKING FEET

“Lay a hand on my wife and you’ll lose it.”

Oh

“You touch him again and I’ll tear your limbs from your fucking body.”

Yes girl

For I was as undiscerning as a storm, as ruinous as a tidal wave crashing, and I could never live with myself if he was caught in my devastation.

I wanted to possess him completely, wanted to be consumed by him, wanted to string the memory of him through my sinew, my marrow, and carry it with me for as long as I lived.

Ugh I love