Through Illusions and Deceit (A Court of Gilt and Shadow, #2)

by Stacy Jones

A few days after the basement fiasco, she’d gone downstairs to find half of it had been cleared of vehicles. In their places were the contents of the workshop from her house. Rathe—or all three, for all she knew—brought everything, from the weapons she hadn’t been able to part with down to her sketchbook and favorite pencil. But he hadn’t stopped there. Mixed in among her old tools and equipment was top-of-the-line machinery she’d only dreamed of, knowing it would take years of work to afford a single piece.

need me a man to buy me new stuff just because mine is old

The last thing he wanted to do was intrude on his Firláh,

had to go look at my notes to remember what this means

She looked mildly horrified, and for the life of him, he couldn’t understand why. He knew humans matured slower than Fae, but surely, they weren’t that much older when they were given their first weapon.

do y’all be getting weapons? asking for fear

A moment later, he heard the hard thump of a song come on before Viper danced his way out of the Blood Fae den, leaving a trail of thick red droplets behind him.

Favorite character, even if he’s being a little bitch

Fingers tightening on the glass, she forced herself to watch the movie. The superhero on the screen was battling the adversary, and she feigned interest,

she’s watching the avengers

He didn’t. He could move his cock as easily as he could his fingers.

now wait a goddamn minute ,,,

She smirked when he started to grab her favorite, a Butterfinger.

ew that’s her favorite candy? straight to jail

He knew that signal all too well. It was what his father’s spies used to identify themselves to one another.

she’s not the one doing that symbol? estupido?

“I warned you to cease trafficking in human meat, did I not?” he mused, bestowing a cold glare upon each. “Name your master and leave. Or die.”

human meat? It sounds like they’re talking about cold cuts