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April 29 - May 3, 2025
I’d even called him Samael one night—the angel of death and prince of Rome—thinking
He’d given me a bemused look, right before he’d warned me to never call him that again.
history, the Maiden, the Mother, and the Crone were three goddesses who ruled the heavens, the earth, and the underworld.
I made a mental note to never get near the cursed lake unless I wanted my flesh to burn off my bones.
Masculine elegance at its finest. This was… “Haven. Close to Heaven but not quite as boring.”
“Let me guess… Hell? Blacks, leathers, gold?” “Lots of fire and chains and torture devices, too.”
“Aren’t you all of equal power?” Wrath shook his head, not elaborating. I
“Princes all suffer from surges of other sins, it seems.”
“Your biggest fear or a secret of your heart will be wrenched from you as the sacrifice.”
Will he hurt me?” The shelves nearest us vibrated. “Do
for whatever reason—maybe you should have actually talked to me that night. Instead you stood there, cold and furious, and didn’t say a word!”
“Has it occurred to you that I couldn’t?”
Something buried deep in my memory stirred, then floated away. A wisp of smoke I couldn’t grasp. I had the strangest impression that maybe the devil hadn’t been cursed at all.
aether,
Something ancient and powerful and spitting mad cracked an eye, furious at being awoken.
It was massive, all-knowing, powerful in a way that worried me. Its rage burned with an intensity that obliterated reason.
arboriculture,
Lord or lady of the Royal Demon Court, if your name is on anyone’s tongue, he will rip it out.”
“I believe Domitius suggested serving your still-beating heart to the soldiers.
Something about tasting you to see if you were as sweet as your ‘ripe bosom’ suggested.”
“Lord Makaden inquired about his highness having any other rules governing tongues and...
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In an alcove off the main reading space a set of manacled chains hung from the wall.
Or maybe it was indicating the missing eighth journal. I could spend eternity guessing.
“Seven stars, seven sins. As above, so below.”
If my twin and I ended his curse, it was likely our birth that broke the magic binding him, not an action we’d taken.
I’d wished for the bedside table and clock before turning in for the night, and both had magically appeared while I slept.
After our encounter in the library, he certainly seemed to hold a grudge against my family.
Except… it didn’t feel like nothing, exactly.
It felt like the first indication a violent storm was approaching.
“You look like a beautiful cataclysm.”
His choice of words made me wonder just how well he could read my emotions.
“It’s every woman’s dream to be likened to a natural disaster.” “A violent uphe...
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“Then tell me you hate me, that I am your worst enemy. Better yet, tell me you don’t want to kiss me.”
“Fine. I don’t want to kiss you. Satisfied?”
I realized a second too late what I’d done; what he’d known the moment the words left my traitorous lips.
“Liar.”
Before I dug myself a deeper grave, his mouth slanted over mine, stealing my breath and any further denial as easily as he’d stolen my soul.
“Is this real?” “Yes.”
“You may destroy me yet.” “Sooner rather than later if you don’t stop talking and kiss me again.” “Demanding, angelic creature.”
S
Sameal
Nonna said the Mark was a high honor, one that was rarely given.
He searched my face for a strained minute, the last vestiges of heat leaving his expression.
This time there was no mistaking the rumble that shook the castle.
bone-carved doors
Is he sending the skulls?
There was an odd feeling in my chest; a slight tugging or gnawing or peculiar combination of the two.
The feeling was slowly pooling out, traveling from my heart like a meandering stream along the underside of my arm. Wrath turned his head in my direction, a deep furrow forming in his brow. I glanced down at what he’d been staring at. My cornicello glowed that pale, unearthly purple of a human’s luccicare.
“Breathe.”
Upon contact, a small current passed into my skin, alarming me enough to yank my hand back. That was new. I flicked my attention to Wrath. “Did you see that?”
“I’ve worn it for almost two decades.” “If you experience anything uncomfortable, tell me immediately.”
Wrath leaned in and skimmed his knuckles over my neck, his voice as soft as his touch. Whatever magic fueled his summoning Mark instantly calmed me.
