#sword-and-sorcery

"He’d used the amulet to read my thoughts again. I pictured smacking him in the face."

"Vane grabbed me. “DuLac, let’s chat.”Chat. British-speak for “Stand still while I yell at you."

"I caught his hand. “What do you want me to do?”Leaning down, he kissed the pulse beating on my neck just above the damaged skin. “Tomorrow, I need you to die."

"Vane’s lips tightened to suppress a smile. “Why so hostile, love?”“You whacked me on the head with a ball!”“You deserved it."

"Do you think we can be friends?” I asked.He stared up at the ceiling. “Probably not, but we can pretend."