Empire of the Dawn (Empire of the Vampire, #3)

by Jay Kristoff

And I said what anyone in my place would have at that moment.” “Fuck my face?” Jean-François asked. The silversaint nodded. “Fuck my face.”

“‘She is a princess.’ Joaquin winced. ‘Never the easiest mark to hit. But she’ll be a prize worth the wait, I’ll wager. She’s a beauty, your girl.’ “‘So am I!’ Dior cried, taking in her body with a wave. ‘Look at this plunder! Young! Plucky! Not much in way of cleavage admittedly, but you could bounce a gold royale off this arse and get an emperor’s ransom in change.’ She began pacing, dragging on her cigarelle as she glanced at Joaquin. ‘Fucking hell, I’m almost thirsty enough to jump your bones.’ “‘I live to serve, holy maid. Shall I get my kit off here, or march down to the galley and smother myself in ship’s gravy?’ “The Grail chuckled, kneeling to scratch Elaina and looking the houndboy over. ‘You know, I like you, M. Marenn. You’re pretty. You smell nice. And you’ve some cheek on you, too. You’ve not got a dark secret, have you? Not actually a girl dressed in boy’s clothes?’ “‘That’s a bit clichéd, don’t you think?’ “‘Fuck you.’