More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
“Well, I suppose if no one else is going to say it, then I will. You look downright fuckable, Saeris Fane.”
“I’m not here by anyone’s good graces. I’m here because my mate is here. Where she goes, I go. And if any more of your brethren feel like taking a swing at me, then believe me, I’m all for it. I’ve waited an age to find myself in the same room as these supercilious pricks.”
You can own your fantasies with me, Little Osha. There is nothing in this realm or the next that I won’t give to you if you desire it. All you ever need do is ask.
He was barely in control of himself. If I touched him— “Don’t even think about it, or I’ll take you right here,” he panted. Holy. Fucking. Gods.
He started to slow, but I grabbed him by the back of the armor Renfis had lent him, and I held on tight. Two. “Pick up your fucking feet, Your Highness,” I snarled. One. I threw him out of the window. Howling, dry wind ripped at my clothes as I launched out of the damned thing after him. “Fuck you, Fisher!” Even hurtling toward the ground at a rate of knots, the smuggler still didn’t shut up.
