Traitor Witch (The Deadwood, #1)

by Marie Mistry

I've always made a point to remain unarmed in the Solar Temple as a sign of goodwill, but Annalise makes me rethink my idea every time I have to speak to her.

I roll my eyes but leave him to it. It’s painful to watch him feel around the table to locate the cutlery, then stab awkwardly at the bowl. But hey, it’s not my job to cure his overdeveloped sense of masculine pride.

Subconsciously, he must know he’s hers now. He wouldn’t be showing off her marks like a preening peacock if he didn’t.

I force the smile into my voice, "They're great, thank you." "Lie." Fucking fae! I turn to glare at him, standing in the doorway. "Ever hear of knocking?"