Acrid Taste

In the Kingdom of Veritas, a lie tastes like rot. And the truth tastes like blood. Tamsin is the King's "Lexicon." Born with a weaponized form of synesthesia, she doesn't just hear words; she tastes the intent behind them. In a court suffocated by "Sweet-Tongue"-politically curated lies that taste of cloying sugar-she is the ultimate lie detector. A single falsehood on a traitor's tongue fills her mouth with the flavor of decaying meat.
She is valuable, feared, and enslaved by her own senses. Corin is the Mute Spymaster. Feared as the "Vile, " he has taken a vow of silence because his voice is rumored to be cursed. He is the dark shadow behind the throne, a man so dangerous that simply standing near him floods Tamsin's senses with the metallic, acrid taste of arsenic and ash. When a conspiracy threatens to topple King Theron, Tamsin is forced into a suffocating partnership with the one man she physically cannot stomach.
But as they navigate the treacherous, velvet-lined halls of the palace, Tamsin discovers a confusing contradiction: the sickening taste of poison radiating from Corin isn't malice. It's the taste of raw, unadulterated honesty in a world poisoned by sweetness. He is the only thing in the castle she cannot "digest, " yet he is the only one not trying to feed her lies. As the kingdom crumbles, Tamsin must decide what she craves more: the sugar-coated safety of the court, or the bitter, burning reality of the man who tastes like death.
He is the poison. She is the tongue. And one taste will ruin them both.