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“What do you think I’m doing?” I snarled. “I’m saving the fucking fox!”
“And the day you save me on a battlefield, I’ll put on a dress and dance a fucking jig.” He could have gotten us both killed by following me down here.
Gods, she was so fucking beautiful. The moonlight painted her skin silver until she looked like she was glowing.
THE DRESS WAS made for sinning. Black. Strapless. Sheer.
The sound of a voice clearing at the back of the room broke the silence. “Well, I suppose if no one else is going to say it, then I will. You look downright fuckable, Saeris Fane.”
“Fisher.” His eyes came alive at the sound of my voice. “Hmm?” “Stop.” His nostrils flared, his jaw working. “I can’t help it if he doesn’t want to live.”
They were similar in many ways. But where my mate was all darkness and quiet brooding, Taladaius was light, his mood often easier than it had any reason to be. There were counterweights, perhaps. Different sides to the same coin? But also different currencies. Vampire. Fae. Maker. Mate.
“Your father was felled by his own hubris. He was too arrogant. He believed himself invincible, and I had the pleasure of showing him otherwise. A god sword will make worm food out of any of us, no matter who wields it. But, regardless,” I called in a clear voice. “I am no child. My name is Saeris Fane, and I am your queen.”
If I touched him— “Don’t even think about it, or I’ll take you right here,” he panted. Holy.
His burning gaze landed with the force of a blow that would have taken me to my knees if we weren’t among friends.
“I love you, and nothing else matters beyond that. Wherever you are, I’ll beg the gods and all the fates to let me be there, too,” I whispered.
“You are the single most stunning thing I have ever seen, Saeris.”
