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310 pages, Kindle Edition
First published June 18, 2019
3.5/5 starsThis is kind of a beauty and the beast remix/retelling. There were words like "rose," "beauty," "beast," and "curse" used a lot but the plot is very different from the usual b&tb retelling.
“These vows do not bind you to me in any way,” he growled harshly as he pulled our bound wrists between us. “Do not expect me to be faithful to you, or to care for you, you hideous creature of the night.”We later learn that he doesn't want to see her face because , which is a flimsy reason considering , but I guess this is for plot convenience. I am a sucker for the whole ~secret identities~ thing, so I'll let it slide.
I sucked in my breath in outrage. “How dare you address me so? I am—”
“No one,” he interrupted. “You are nothing to me, or the crown, and I wish to never lay eyes upon your face.”
“What about the wedding celebration?” I asked angrily. He couldn’t possibly mean for me to not attend.A while later, she's starving and has to sneak back into HER OWN WEDDING AFTERPARTY to get food. The fucking audacity is astounding.
He dashed my hopes with a scoff. “There will be no celebrating. Go to your rooms and stay there.”
“Excuse me, but this one is mine,” Xander said coldly, possessively, as he took my other arm. But Gaven didn’t let go, and the air became tense as two men were claiming me.I mean, do I even need to say anything?
He made to follow me, but with a wave of my hands, I made sure his boots stuck to the floor with magic, giving me enough time to flee.
“I will find you,” he called out huskily. “And you will be mine.”
“Yes, I would call that a tantrum if I ever saw one. It’s very female of you.”I don't think this needs any unpacking.
“I never agreed—” I began, but the music started and he took two steps. [...]
“You do not need to. I am your prince,” he stated, as if that were the only answer he needed.
His eyes dropped to my lips, and then his grip tightened and he pushed me roughly away from him.
“You are a witch,” he said angrily. “You bespell me every time I see you, for I have this asinine desire to kiss you… again.”
Gripping my wrist, he pulled me away from the table and spun me out into the hall toward the stairs. The momentum wasn’t much, but I was unprepared for the servant who crossed my path. I collided with them full-on and fell onto the stone steps, bruising my rib cage.