A Curse So Dark and Lonely (Cursebreakers, #1)

by Brigid Kemmerer

“What’s the closest city?” “Silvermoon Harbor.”

Lmao

“Threaten you?” His eyebrows go up. “You think I intend to threaten you by offering safety and comfort and food?”

instruments … into the fireplace?” “I have.” In truth, I’ve burned the entire castle to the ground. More than once. The music continues to play from the ash and rubble.

She stiffens. “Spoken like someone who lives in a castle with an endless supply of food and wine, but calls himself cursed.” I bristle, my pride pricked. “You know nothing about me.”

“Would you stop calling me that?” “It is meant as a mark of respect. When you travel with me, people will assume you are a lady, a servant, or a whore.” His eyebrows go up. “Would you prefer one of the latter?”

Grey sighs and gathers up the cards. “You asked how I got her to play with me. As if there were some trick to it.” He wraps up the stack. “My lord, I did nothing. I sat down and asked.”

“I’m not going to fall in love with you,” she says. Her words are not a surprise. I sigh. “You won’t be the first.”

Evalyn overhears us, and steps toward the hearth. “Is it not the same in the Land of Disi, my lady?” Oh, right. The Land of Disi.