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Hell was made of swirling darkness and secrets just like the man in front of her.
“Love. Loathing. Same passion, different names,” he told her. “And how easily and swiftly the line can be blurred, don’t you think?”
From the desk of the Enchantra Estate Dearest Tessie, My deepest apologies that it has taken me so much time to get back to you. The situation with my family has grown increasingly complicated over the years and I’m afraid that time got away from me. I won’t bore you too much with the details. I know there is much we have to discuss after all this time, even beyond the topics of your letters, and so I must insist the two of us do so in person. I must express that it is with the most ardent regret that we left things the way we did and that I have neglected to reach out before now, but I would
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Her experience in Phantasma—the Hellish competition
Barrington Silver and Tessie Grimm.
“Hai bisogno di un passaggio, bella ragazza?”
“Morello.” “Grazie,”
Barrington Silver’s estate.
Enchantra.
Your freckles are adorable. You have the most beautiful eyes. You’re so sweet, you couldn’t hurt a fly.
Plus, the demonberries will be perfectly ripe.
You’re a Demon yourself, after all.
her gaze clashed with a set of glowing amber eyes. A black fox.
“Don’t you growl at me! You’re the menace here,”
Before she could finish her threat, the fox, and the envelope, evaporated into thick black smoke.
Their scent… sharp mint
“Apuell abon, Umbra,”
Good girl, Umbra.
“You’re a Demon. I wish I’d never met you. And now you’ll fucking burn.”
Juniper—”
The Hunt is tomorrow.”
“Umbra?”
Umbra. Rowington.
Fox
“Ellin?”
“Ellington,
“Rowin
Knox.
“Sevin,
Rowin.
“Ellin and Sevin, right?”
“And who is Knox? And Grave?
“Leaving stopped being an option the second you set foot in this house,”
“Umbra, would you mind watching over our guest while I go find my father?”
“Rowington.”
“She made her own bed, and now she’ll have to lie in it.
“I want to know who Knox is. And what is the Hunt? Who controls the wards on the gates?
“You certainly are Gabriel White’s daughter,”
they were made by a very powerful Devil named Knox,”
“Wait, Knox is a Devil?”
“We were married, with Knox’s permission, and eventually went on to have our seven children: Gravington, Covington, Rowington, Remington, Sevington, Wellington, and Ellington.”
A rare illness called Crimson Rot.
he proposed was the Hunt. A game that he designed as a punishment,
“Today is the day that Knox’s magic locks in the players of the Hunt,”
do you mean by win or be killed?”
“You either win the Hunt or you’re killed in it.
“And I’m mortal,” Genevieve whispered. “You catch on quick,” Rowin snorted.
Sevin’s lips as her gaze locked with his,
“How do you feel about daggers?”
“In what way? Craftsmanship? Effectiveness? How I think one would look in your side?”
“Just wondering how prepared you are to take a stabbing or two.”
Omg
