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Pa was taking too long to cut the boys’ throats.
what an opening line 😳
“I don’t typically commit wide-scale blasphemy out of boredom. Repeat assassination attempts tend to motivate a man, though.”
“Oh, they’ll try to kill us?” Wretch cackled. “That’s new. That’s bold. Oh, I like that.”
“Does His Highness have another servant to shovel up all the crap falling out of his mouth, or is that his job?”
“Besides, taking whole bones, that’s just impractical. Or do I have it wrong? You strike me as someone who would tear a man’s spine out if she fancied it for a new necklace.”
they’re all short lives.
“As for how I spend my nights … you might win that wager, you know.” Tavin rolled off the branch, effortless, dangling from his fingertips as he flashed that damned grin up at her. “If you’re counting only the girls.”
“Do we need a healer?” he repeated, giving an exaggerated wave of his witch-sign. “Because it sounds like someone’s getting skewered.”
i love Tavin 😂
“My band.” Fie jerked a thumb over her shoulder. “Mongrel and Pissabed.”
Then Tavin’s voice broke in. “I really have to know: Which one of us is Pissabed?”
“Rhusana goes straight to the throne after him? Thought the king had a brother.” “Hunting accident,” Prince Jasimir said, grim. “But didn’t your uncle have a daughter?” “Hunting accident.” Fie gave the prince a long, narrow look. “How’d the queen first try to off you, again?” Tavin coughed into his fist. It sounded strangely like “hunting accident.” “Maybe you lot ought to lay off hunting awhile,” Fie said.
this b ain’t even trying to hide it 🤣
“What do you see?” Tavin asked. Fie opened her eyes. “A Hawk full of sauce and nonsense,”
And then, with horror and fury, she found she hated her traitor heart, for burning quiet with something that was not hate at all.
“You make me believe I can do something better with my life than die.”
“I don’t get to look away from the throats I have to cut. Why should you?”
“He looked at you the same way you look at roads.” Jasimir’s voice cracked. “Like where they go frightens you, and you love them for it.”
Draga’s shoulders slumped. She rubbed a hand over her face, letting out a long-suffering sigh. “Anything else? Anyone have another grievance or five they feel compelled to air? Any new secrets to fess up?” “Tavin and I slept together,” Fie offered. “Since you’re asking. Probably would’ve come out one way or another.”
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