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.”

I’d already signed Pride’s contract; there was no reason to hesitate now. What was done was done. “I, Emilia Maria di Carlo, freely choose the devil.” A single drop of blood splattered to the ground, sealing the vow.

“Tell me,” he whispered, his voice sliding like silk over my flushed skin. “What?” My own voice came out breathless. “I am your favorite sin.”

“Love and hate are both rooted in passion.”

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

On a shelf behind the desk were seven volumes of journals dedicated to each demon House. Eight journals, actually, if the pattern in the dust was any indication. Perhaps one House was so prolific it had taken more than one book to get all the information down. Whatever the case, the text was missing now.

“The Fallen.” Envy’s tone was quiet, reverent. “Another fine piece.” I studied the great warrior angel. His body was similar to Wrath’s. I wouldn’t be surprised if the artist had been inspired by him. “Is it meant to symbolize Wrath or Lucifer?” “It’s my interpretation of my cursed brother.” Envy’s lips twisted into a grin. “Right before the devil lost his precious wings. And we all followed suit shortly after.”

“Is there something you needed to tell me?” Wrath leaned against the end of the table I worked at, his arms and feet crossed. The picture of casual calm. I noticed he’d changed into a new shirt and his hair was slightly damp. “There is little I need. But much I want.”

“Every villain thinks themselves the hero. And vice versa. In truth, there’s a little villain and hero in each of us. Depending on the circumstances.”