Sublime

“Is that a raccoon?” The question, from a younger sister—Blaire, he thought—cut through the tension as every eye fell on the furry face poking out of Orek’s hood.

Kingfisher's gaze snapped up, singling in on mine. “Careful, human. We Fae have an excellent sense of smell. You'd be amazed what we can scent floating on the air.” “I—I wasn't doing anything. I didn't—” Oh, gods.

I used to say that you want to be strong enough that when you walk into a room, you should feel as if you can kill and eat everyone in it. Weirdly,

hunting dogs. The dogs would promptly tear the victim

Carrion leaned forward, propping his elbows against the table. He bounced his eyebrows in the most infuriating way. “I never met a rule I didn't wanna break, Sunshine.”