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

by Tessonja Odette

“but he preferred to start a war rather than marry me, all so he could be with his true love, that insufferable know-it-all, Evelyn Fairfield.”

So… why wouldn’t he marry a human to show his support in the human-fae war? How was he supposed to marry you if Evelyn was his TRUE LOVE and he wanted to marry her anyway? What is this lady saying? I bet dummy won’t even notice the ridiculous things she saying…

Could Mrs. Coleman be telling the truth? Was she once engaged to King Aspen before he and Evelyn became mates?

No stupid.

He left me to fight in the war his brother started and died in his beloved’s arms—Amelie, another Fairfield harlot.”

Again… you ain’t ish if these women were their beloveds? She’s saying this out of her own mouth and she sounds dumb af!

My blood goes cold at how casually she admits to pouring cyanide in her husband’s tea. Did she just confess…to murder?

Yeah, like the TEA your father was drinking when he died! Think dummy! Also, I guess he either left nothing in his will to them as well or she squandered it all.

“The first time your father witnessed me striking you, he wrote us out of his will, set up new conditions.

I knew it!

After a few silent moments, she drags her hand back down to her side, fingers clenching. Her gaze turns steely as her eyes lock on mine.

And here it comes…what the dummy couldn’t deduce on her own after all that has been said thus far and done in the past.

Of teacups… My eyes fly open as understanding dawns.

Considering you always see your father’s eyes over his TEACUP, it should have came to you when she admitted what she did to her last husband.

“You’ll get hurt! Let me go. I’m incorporeal in this form. I can get through the whirlwind without injury.”

And hopefully she’ll hurt your dumbass for putting her in this situation due to your ignorance and arrogance.

My sister takes a forbidding step forward,

Oh, why you stepping forward now? YOU let them take her in the first place. One of your own, knowing damn well something wasn’t right about the situation.

Clean up the mess I’ve made like she’s done so many times before.

This is actually her mess. If she had of just detained Ember until he woke up and explained things fully, this wouldn’t have happened.

“Why aren’t you listening to me? Arrest that monster at once.”

Who does she think she is to give orders to the Queen and her heir, for 1. For 2, she’s calling an Unseelie fae a monster to other Unseelie fae… Logic Police?

“You mistake me,” I say, my voice low, cold. Shadows seep from my fingertips and writhe around my shoulders. “When I said there was one monster here, I meant…me.” My face transforms with my terrifying glamour, lips peeling back from my teeth. I lunge toward the three women with a hiss. Their shouts pierce the air.

Yeah…. That makes so much sense. Devour the women. Don’t imprison them or hold them accountable. This kingdom is doomed to fail with these two leading the people…

“I hadn’t realized the girl human was so powerful.”

Did that even sound right to your own ears? Since when did humans have power?

After I donned my glamour, I immobilized all three women with my shadows.

What was the point then…

“I’m willing to believe Brother Marus might not define Saint Lazaro. Perhaps if we get to know others from the church, we can learn what they’re really about. What it is they truly want. Their zealots may have preached that fae are demons, but we can change how the brotherhood and the humans see us going forward. And if they refuse to change their misguided perceptions and continue to view us as sinful demons, then…well, they don’t belong in Faerwyvae.”

Why are they even allowed on the Isle at all? Makes no sense if those are their beliefs. Why would they have even wanted to come to Faerwyvae if they thought them to be demons? The Logic Police left the building never to return.

I nod. “If I’m going to be king someday, I need to start thinking about the hard questions and the even harder answers.”

This is getting lame as well…

but my first instinct says he’s…afraid of me. Nausea turns my stomach. After what he saw me do, of course he’s afraid.

Idiot. Always an idiot.

added the caveat that it was only so he could talk to you. As soon as you told me who you are and what your stepfamily was making you do, I knew I couldn’t trust him with you.

Which is why you had no reason whatsoever to panic and react the way you did. You could have simply told her the promise and then promised her you wouldn’t leave her side while Brother Marus spoke with her. Simple. No one nearly dies… 🙄🙄

“I want her to stand trial,” I say. “I want her to confront the full weight of judgment for everything she did. I want her to live with the consequences.”

Perfect answer…

I release a heavy sigh, another hard question poised on the tip of my tongue. “How important is my inheritance to you? I imagine it makes me a more admirable match.”

You mean to say another DUMB question on the tip of your tongue, especially to ask it even after he does the sarcastic eye roll about how significant it must be…

“It was always my intention to give it to charity. I never planned on keeping it. It makes me uncomfortable to consider benefitting from my father’s demise.

Before, yeah. But not after you know the truth. He obviously left it for you as his sole heir because he loved you and wanted to prevent anyone else getting their hands on it.

My heart flips, but logic dampens my joy.

Oh now suddenly the author gifts hr with a sense of logic! She hasn’t had one logical thought the entire book!

“We’ll deal with that together. Perhaps I’ll send a discreet message to King Ronan.”

The way she was acting and talking about her father, it seems like he was well aware of the danger she was in and either didn’t care or sent her there to keep her safe by wedding Franco…

“It must be very discreet. I’m worried about her.”

Right… two weeks later you’re worried. 🙄🙄

In the year that has passed since I destroyed the coach with my wayward magic, I’ve learned to control my song. There have been several mishaps, of course, but in the end, I’ve learned to accept my singing for what it is.

The problem with this statement is that long before your father’s death you were singing freely and not harming anyone or destroying furniture but now you’re acting as if you thought that would happen every time you sang… which is ridiculously stupid. Especially knowing that what triggered that response was your anger and pain at finally knowing the true cause of your father’s death.

and dangerous bargains.

So we still aren’t addressing the fact that a broker allowed a minor to enter a bargain contract?

I take a step closer to him and grasp his collar in my fingers. “I played our story too.” He shrugs with feigned nonchalance. “A minor portion.”

Cute, Franco…

When I met him and Gemma last year in the Winter Court, I’d known he was fae but not that he was a wolf in his unseelie form. And I certainly hadn’t a clue he was king, not until word of his broken curse spread through town. By then, Imogen was spreading her own tale, all about how Gemma had betrayed her and stolen Elliot. With Gemma having the heart and favor of the king, her popularity grew, and the townspeople began to admonish every hint of scorn directed at their king’s beloved. Mrs. Coleman moved us far from Winter after that.

And nothing in the previous mention of Gemma hints at ANY of that, nor does it leave room for what was said earlier of them being acquaintances or even being in close proximity enough to be friends… 🙄🙄 Maybe in another book, but not in this one, which was said to be a standalone. It gives Beauty and the Beast vibes though…

I stop to chat with Seri and Augie, who can’t keep their hands off each other, not even as Seri invites me to take a turn about the halls to enjoy a glass of wine with her.

Surprised she isn’t pregnant yet…

There remains a rift between us, one I doubt will ever be erased.

Well that’s dumb, especially if she knows the truth of her mother… And also if Ember is footing the bill for her higher education.

“She struggled in the workhouse, so my aunt took her in.

Doesn’t that defeat the purpose of her being sent to a workhouse for punishment?

A wave of shock runs through me. King Ronan is Princess Maisie’s father. Last year, Franco sent a letter to inform him of his daughter’s absence from Selene Palace, but we never heard back from him.

Do we really need a recap here? I guess this is supposed to be the lead in to the next book…

I furrow my brow. “Is she all right? Is there anything I can do?” “The best thing you can do is keep her whereabouts a secret.”

Wouldn’t asking those questions imply you know nothing about her whereabouts since you don’t know the answers? 🙄🙄 That was the dumbest response to what he’d just said… And his response to that dumb ish was even dumber.

Three wisps float over Em’s head, and I hear their tiny, animated voices as she chats with them.

Funny how he can hear them from so far away now but couldn’t hear them on the dance floor with her being only a few temps away…

“Your sister has been teaching me,” she says. Her energy turns timid. “Will you…fly with me?”

Oh that bish did something humane?