She wanted to believe, afterwards, that she wouldn’t have said the curse if she’d known that it would work. She loved Argent more than she hated him, even in the moment. But oh—she wanted so much for the words to hurt him a little, to stick in his head like a pebble in his shoe, so he would have to take her, some part of her, away with him for just a little while, until he cast even that off and found himself some summer lord to fall in love with, in their courts of endless green, and lived happily ever after
