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May 18 - May 26, 2025
A powdery blue aura pulses around her, half the strength of her sister’s, but I smile. Both of Emmaline Darcy’s daughters bear the Shadow seed. How interesting.
Once all the citizens of Demeter are connected to the sceawere, the magic in this realm will be ours for the taking.
“Nicely done. I haven’t been able to heal myself since—I wasn’t sure your powers would work on me,” One says. “Why not?” “Our magic is powerful, but sometimes I feel like it has forsaken me.”
Mortals who stare into Devi’s eyes for too long will love her until their last breath. I will resent her for much longer.
“She weaved a dreamcatcher spider, and we both know she couldn’t have done it alone.”
Morrigan was the last stigma to complete the training process, and they say she got so powerful, she rivaled the king himself.
“The sprites say that she fell in love with a hunter, and that, on the eve of her wedding, the king killed her in a fit of jealousy.”
Ever since the bet was made, that woman has been haunting my heart. First as a mere symbol of better days to come, second as an impossible puzzle, and now as the ultimate forbidden fruit.
If things were different, I would steal you away from your puritan of a father and worship your body until you belonged to me forever. You’d never be allowed to leave.”
“Nothing. Everything. Too little of what you owe, and more than you can spare.”
“Foghar is not just about food and wine. The Fae usually choose a partner to have sex with before the night ends… We all thought the king might summon you to his bedroom.”
If he plans on marrying you against your will, it’ll be over my dead body, Old World.”
“The only sin known to my kind is lacking the strength to do your duty.
unexpected as a horseshoe to the stomach. “The three of us are cursed, and the ramifications of that curse prevent One from indulging his feelings for you—or taking any woman to bed for that matter.
I scream, my body, my soul—even my magic—dying to obey his command.
“Fuck, kitten, it feels too good. I never want to stop.”
Curse or no curse, they belong to me now. Forever.
I want to remember the feel of her skin. The beauty of her eyes. For a moment in her arms, I felt like a man again—foolish as it was.
“Don’t cry for me, kitten. I will visit you in your dreams until the day I die.”
