Kingdom of the Cursed (Kingdom of the Wicked, #2)

by Kerri Maniscalco

“I’ve grown quite bored of secrets. It’s time for a new tradition. I’m sure our host is willing to oblige.” Pride nodded to Gluttony. The prince of this circle rubbed his hands together. “Indeed. I do love breaking the rules. You have two choices. Either bed each other in one of the glass chambers here.” He stood aside and with a grand flourish, yanked a gold cord that held draperies back. Inside, an unoccupied candlelit bedroom softly glowed. “Or—” “Your royal suite,” I offered, stunning everyone, myself most of all. “My suite?” Wrath stared at me as I nodded. “We do not have to change the rules, Emilia. If I want to claim the fear as my prize, I will.” “Only if you gain enough votes.” Gluttony’s grin widened as Wrath’s temper rumbled through the ballroom. “You may have won the hunt, but this is no longer your prize to claim. We’re substituting the guest of honor’s sacrifice. And she’s made her decision. You may choose the royal suite, the glass room, or, best yet, you may stay right here. Take her over the dais, or against the column. Then we can be sure you complete the task.” “Unless you’d like to stand aside and have someone else volunteer,” Envy offered, his too‑ innocent smile indicating he was using the sin he ruled over to taunt his brother. “My vote would be on Gluttony. He is the host.” “No.”

OMG JUST FUCK HOW IS THIS A PLOT TWIST