Liar Witch (The Deadwood, #2)

by Marie Mistry

“I’m not crying,” she insists, voice breaking. “I don’t fucking cry.” “Of course you’re not.” I manage a weak smile. “It’s allergies right? Val’s mouldy old ship gives me them sometimes too.” Cas hums in agreement. “It’s an allergy to asshole.”

“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!”

Val scoffs at her. “If you’re hoping for sea shanties, you’re going to be disappointed.” Nilsa’s reply is curt, but her eyes shine with a teasing light as she replies, “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,

“I sent you to find the cargo and you’ve come back with a fancy boulder?” I grumble. “This is the witch’s fault, isn’t it? Witch, why the hell is there a giant rock on my ship?”