Blessed be the Wicked (Dark Maji #2)

by Kel Carpenter

The man could make a woman drink poison from his palm with a smile. Quinn admired that about him. It took a certain ruthlessness to befriend an enemy and kill them with a grin.

“Actually,” she started again. Quinn let out a growl as the girl continued on, “I do have a question.” “And what makes you think you’re entitled to answers?” Quinn replied stiffly. Axe went quiet, and just when Quinn thought she wasn’t going to respond at all she said, “Nothin’, but what’s the harm in askin’? You learn a great deal just by takin’ chances. Never know what people are willin’ to part with . . .” Gods above. She was worse than Draeven and just as manipulative as Lazarus, but not quite as skilled. Yet. She was far too honest to be as competent as the man Quinn served. “Nothing. So if you’re done trying to pry, I’m trying to help her,” Quinn growled, turning back to the sleeping woman.

“One, if you’re going to hit someone, make a fist. Only children and whores slap with their palms open,”