Heart of the Raven Prince (Entangled with Fae, #2)

by Tessonja Odette

Until the last time I sang. And killed the only living person who loved me.

Always be wild. Promise me.

Besides, while Mrs. Coleman is undeserving of my father’s fortune, so am I. I’m the one who killed him, after all.

“At least an ember still burns,” I say under my breath.

No one wants to marry someone like me, a girl too wild to be human, and too tame to be fae. A girl who fits nowhere with no one. A girl guilty of killing the person she loved most…

As a rare type of fae that feeds on emotion—a psy vampire—I sense energy as easily as I breathe. When I’m used to a person’s energy, or their energetic signature, as I call it, it’s easier for me to tune them out at will. But when I’m near too many new people at once…it’s a lot to get used to. It’s one reason I’ve never been great at making new acquaintances. I much prefer a quiet palace, solitude, and spending my time at home with the very few people I know and trust.

However, perpetual goodness in the face of cruelty is not in my nature.

A glamour that allows one to impersonate a royal is a dangerous thing to leave lying around.

“But you’re smiling.” “Perhaps that’s just the glamour. I could be grimacing while I slowly die inside.”

“You’re beautiful,” Franco says, closing the distance between us until only a fragile few inches serve as a divide. I delight in the compliment, despite my cynical side’s assertion that he has no right to call me beautiful. What he sees now is not what I look like. He never said I look beautiful, I note. He said I am beautiful.

“Em. My Ember.” The sound of my name—my full name—fills my heart with the most delectable pleasure. “My Franco.”