Quicksilver (Fae & Alchemy Book 1)

He pointed to the script writing that wrapped around my wrists. “These oaths mark you as my ward. They protect both you and Fisher from the unwanted attentions of my brothers and my sister.”

“I just love it when you disappear into tense conversations with creepy portal metal,” Carrion quipped, hoisting himself up to sit on the bench. “It's fascinating watching you do all of those facial gymnastics.”

Carrion held up a hand. “I'd prefer not to be here, actually.” “Sit the fuck down,” I hissed. “All right. Gods.”

Death had come for me, with wavy black hair and wicked green eyes. He'd carried me away from that place. He had brought me here.

“And what about me?” Carrion demanded. “You're just going to keep me locked away in here forever?” Fisher snorted. “You haven't been locked in here at all.” I glared at him over my shoulder. “You didn't check the door?” “I just assumed...”

“Hey! I don't want to wear this,” I snapped, plucking at the dress. “What was I wearing when you found me?” “A whole lot of blood.” Fisher pondered. Frowned. “Wait. I seem to recall that your intestines might have been a part of your ensemble.”

“Do you mind? You’re ruining my story,” Malcolm huffed.

I hadn't seen many beautiful things in my short life. But, of all the beautiful things I had seen, Fisher was the most beautiful of all.

Of course Death was beautiful. How else would anyone choose to go with him without putting up a fight?