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May 25 - May 28, 2025
“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.”
the traitorous Prince of Wrath
When was he traitorous?
He’d turned on me the second it suited his needs.
When?
The heat of his body radiated around me like sunshine, warm and enticing. It reminded me of home.
Forshadowing?
“If that’s what you wish, speak it to this realm. As a matter of fact”—he yanked his dagger out from inside his suit jacket—“if you’re so certain about the devil, swear a blood oath. If pride truly is your sin of choice, I imagine you won’t say no.”
Didnt she already do this? She already signed a soul contract for him in blood
one involving the devil. What’s his is his. Only a fool would fight or challenge him.”
more foreshadowing? is SOMEONE *hint hint* a fool??
I tried not to notice the way our matching tattoo had elegantly crawled past his elbow now as well.
They still have this? I thought all connections were gone at the end of book 1. I'm so confused.
“While your current illusion sounds wildly interesting,” Wrath’s silky voice came from across the small enclosure, “you might want to put your clothes on. The temperature is well below freezing now.”
Oh no. Whoops
“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.”
ok.
he said, casually, “Have I ever told you your anger is like my own personal aphrodisiac?”
when a section of mountain slid back like his own personal door. Of course. A mountain obeyed his every wish.
I thought they couldnt magic in the corridor?
“Do you want to go there?” he repeated.
Just tell the truth girl
“Why are you even still here? I thought you’d leave the second you gained your freedom. Have you not tormented me enough? Or is your duty not completely fulfilled until my marriage is consummated? If that’s what you’re waiting for, I’m sure Pride will invite you into the room to bear witness, ensuring I lay back and take it like a good little queen.”
Emilia is annoying
I looked down at my inked arm. I’d thought the matching tattoos would vanish when I’d cast a spell of un-making to end the betrothal that same night. They didn’t.
Same.
I held the fabric to my face, breathed in Wrath’s lingering scent, then tossed it straight into the flames.
Bitch.
I inspected each bottle and all of the items Wrath had supplied. Nothing surprised me as much as the fresh flowers. A crystal vase sat on the vanity beside the makeup.
Basically hes always looking out for you and taking care of you and you're an asshole
“On occasion it seeks the heart of those who enter. And reflects their truth.”
“Fate may deal its hand, try encouraging our path or intervene, but we are ultimately free to choose our own destiny. Never doubt that.”
Actions, not words.
“If he knew the effect it would have on you, I doubt he would have taken you there. It’s his other secret you need to inquire about. He is fully aware of how that one affects you both. And yet he hasn’t uttered a single word. I wonder why that is? Perhaps we’ve finally found your Achilles’ heel, your majesty.”
“Should I take off the amulet now?” She looked to Wrath, one silver brow raised. I didn’t swing around in time to see his reaction, but the matron pursed her lips. Her focus darted to my neck before she met my eyes again. “No. The charm won’t trouble you anymore.”
“Because it is a magical bond that can never be broken.” “Impossible. All magic can be undone.” “Not this bond. Not even in death.” “But you are immortal.” “Imagine then, how long that bond lasts.”
“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.”
well.... ok then.
Apparently, pissing contests were not simply an idiotic mortal pastime.
But there was little for me to fear in the shadows. Soon they would do my bidding.
What?! Since when?
“My brother’s temper caused something important to be taken from me. I hope to one day return the favor. It is not envy I am motivated by. It is retribution. Something I imagine you and I share in common, though I doubt you’ll admit it, even with the truth wine.”
A romance novel would have kept me up into the wee hours of the morning, never quite turning the pages fast enough while also trying desperately to savor each tension-filled interaction between the hero and heroine. I adored how they more often than not despised each other, and how that spark of disdain flamed into something else entirely.
Very fourth wall breaking
“If I wanted you on your knees, bare before me, without a thought of your own in your head, I would will it. If I desired to fuck you into our marriage, you’d do exactly as I said. And you’d beg for more. Neither attracts, nor pleases me. I long for an equal.
I was tempted to stride back to my bedroom suite in my underwear, or strip down to nothing. Let his court see me in all my glory. “Be my guest.” He no doubt discerned my thoughts from my body language.
All from body language? No.
I stormed into my bedroom suite and slammed the door with enough force to shake the large painting hanging near the bathing chamber. Of all the arrogant, spiteful, nasty tricks to pull.
Emilia is so annoying. Shut up. He helped you
Taking all that aside, I had to admit it was far better to be subjected to Wrath’s influence, wretched though it may be, because at least I knew he wouldn’t carry things too far.
Exactly
“Whatever may have transpired between you in the past, do not doubt him now. He must respect you enough to damn his own court. No matter how fleeting.”
lessons. I accept my desires. I welcome any challenge. I have little fear of losing. I think your brothers ought to be worried.”
since when?
I couldn’t stop thinking that I was the devil’s bride and I hadn’t been murdered—I’d been cursed to forget. My palms dampened. There was no possible way that was true.
I hope not.
“And as for riding, I’d reconsider. I’ve found that sometimes our bodies recall what our minds do not.”
hmm.
His brows quirked. “What do we have here?” “My dagger.” I grinned as he abruptly unhanded me.
Why?
Suspicion crept into his features. Rightly so. He’d just made a grievous error.
Huh?
“Stop.” The deep voice echoed. “I will be the one to sacrifice a secret of the heart.”
all I heard was... I volunteer as tribute!
Even if he hadn’t offered one of his secrets to allow me to keep mine, I would want him. It was time to stop lying to myself.
Finally
“When you decide to come to my bedchamber, I want you to know whose sheets you’re climbing between. I want you to call out my name.”
"i want you to remember who i am to you"???
He clinked his glass against mine, then downed the champagne in one go. I sipped mine and silently counted. His glass hit the floor before I finished my first sip.
I hate her
“Do you know who I am?” It was hard to tell if her hesitation was out of concern for my well-being, or if she was treading carefully around the truth. “Yes, my lady.”
So fucking say it!
Perhaps, no matter what Celestia had said in her tower chamber, I really was the First Witch,
She said no
“Pretend there’s no curse. No magical betrothal. Or romantic urges created by our bond. Would you choose me? To reign beside you. To be your queen. Your friend. Your confidant. Your lover.”
Only one right answer here Wrath!
