Liar Witch (The Deadwood, #2)

by Marie Mistry

I absorb everything she does and says like a sponge. I want to know all about her. Her magic. Her powers. Her likes and dislikes. I’m obsessed with my mate and I’m not even sorry.

She’s my mate; I shouldn’t be nervous. But I am.

“You tried to drown me! No amount of delicious fish will be enough to save you now. I will hack up hairballs on your pillow, I will knock every precious thing you own off tall places. You may laugh now, fish-man, but wait until you have moulted fur in your hideous man-skirts!”

“I suppose I’ll have to join the legions of women who’ve been disappointed by you.”

“You are everything.” It’s the truth. She’s the mate I’d given up waiting for. In my darkest moments, I believed Fate had taken her away to punish me.

“Kieran Froshtyn.” My true name. The only thing which has power over me,

“Look, Nilsa. I know I’ve been a shitty mate. I’ve given you no reason to trust me. I don’t even expect you to like me. I just need you to believe me this once. I won’t let you drown.”

Your harem just has to die.”

Excuse me?? What now??