THE PUPPETEER // simon waite // harrow faire series // kathryn ann kingsley
He had begun to worry that his will had begun to leave him after all these years, as it happened to so many others. But his concerns were now swept away. He had just been uninspired by the fish, that was all. But that had changed the moment he saw her.
When he tasted her.
Now he was going to have the rest of her.
Oh, she’d play hard-to-get. The fish would dart and nibble the line. He would have to be patient to sink the hook just right in order to puncture through her flesh. But the lure he dumped into the waves in front of that particular tasty piece of tail -he stopped to laugh at his own terrible metaphor—was too tempting to pass up.
She was perfect. He could feel it. He had meant his words. If—no, when— she came to him, she would learn that he was not feeding her mistruths. It might take a few attempts. It might take a few pieces of bait on the line. But she would come to him.
She would also learn there were far worse things in this world than a liar.
And he was the very worst of them all.