Crom Cruach Novels & Stories

Cole’s jaw tightened. "When she’s ready. If she’s ready, then yes." Before Lucian could reply, something caught his eye just beneath a rusted stairwell. A flash of silver, barely visible in the shadows but, the moons light caught it just right for it Lucian to notice it. He crouched again, reaching under the metal grating. A broken cufflink. Polished. Sharp edged. Etched with a small, stylized “S.” Lucian turned it over in his palm, brow narrowing.

"I didn't know Italian curses were elegant and deadly and sexy." Matthias glared at Drake.

“So pussy whipped. Does she feel that good? Come on, do tell. Since I couldn’t get a taste. But I see she doesn’t hesitate to spread open her legs like a little —“ Cain hits him. No wind up. No warning. One straight cross and Jace’s head snaps back hard and he stumbles into the table behind him, a tray crashing to the floor, and he grabs Cain’s shirt on the way down to stay upright. Jace swings back. The ring on his right hand catches Cain just under the eye, thick silver band, and the skin splits clean. Cain’s head turns with it slightly. That’s all. A teacher is already calling for space somewhere in the crowd. I look back once as they pull them apart.