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

by Kerri Maniscalco

“From this day forward, a curse will sweep through this land. You will forget all but your hate. Love, kindness, every good thing in your world will cease. One day that will change. When you know true happiness, I vow to take whatever you love, too.”

“Your pride didn’t appear in that bone circle the night you spilled blood and summoned me. It was your wrath. Your fury.”

I wanted him to claim me, almost as much as I wanted him to be mine.

We might be in Hell, but he felt like Heaven.

“One thing I can promise,” his voice was deep and sensual in the dark, “is you won’t ever doubt it’s real when I touch you.”

“Have I ever told you your anger is like my own personal aphrodisiac?”

All the finery in the world couldn’t replace the comfort I felt with my family.

I swore there was something about the forbidden that made it sweeter to taste.

“You are not his intended, Emilia.” The world beneath me tilted. Wrath’s gaze was steady enough to keep both my knees and the realm from quaking. “You are mine.”

All I knew was the sound of his voice, his desire. His will pumped through my veins, dominated me in every sense of the word. Became one with my heart.

“Tell me, fiancée. Are you certain you want me as your husband?”

And there is nothing more dangerous than love, is there? People fight for it. They die for it. They commit acts of war and treason and all manner of sin in its name.”