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emotions. Wrath would not take me to his bed if he believed any force aside from my own desire was driving me there.
“Tell me every dark desire, Emilia”—he tilted my face up—“every fantasy you wish to come true.” His fingers lightly stroked the pulse point at my throat before he brought his mouth to mine, the kiss a mere brush of his lips that left me breathless and wanting. He pulled back and slowly ran his hands down my silhouette. “And I vow to make every one of them happen.”
That little lie was something I imagined they fed to you, their favored one. Or should I say, the most feared.”
“A bird without wings is still a bird, sister mine.”
Enjoy the sausage all you like, but don’t purchase the pig.
“Some bonds can never be broken, Emilia. And some choices have consequences akin to death.
“If anyone chains you again, I will become every nightmare mortals have ever had of me and then some.”
“Simply saying ‘I love you; I’m pleased you’re all right’ would have sufficed, too.”
He held me a little closer, as if comforting himself that I was safe and secure. “Torturing and disemboweling your enemies would be an act of love.”
Wrath, the mighty demon of war, was giving me a sponge bath. And it felt positively divine.
“While I admitted to being fond of knife play, I’m afraid this one is off-limits. We can play with my dagger. The magic imbued in it won’t hurt me.”
“I believe I’m powerful, therefore I am.”
Stride into a space, act as if you own it, and bow to no one.
I trusted him, knowing his truth. It was time for him to return the favor.
I gave my betrothed a secret smile. Having Wrath there, watching, made it feel as if he were the only one in the room with me. It was his attention I desired above all, his greedy hunger I wanted to ignite. His fury. I longed for him so desperately, so deeply, I ached. What we’d shared in the gondola wasn’t nearly enough, and the greedy desire I’d felt for him came rushing back, mixing dangerously with Lust’s gift.
“Right now, I want the demon, not the prince. Show me why they call you the Wicked.” I grabbed his shirt and tugged him to me, my lips hovering above his. “And don’t you dare hold back.”
“You are my favorite everything.” I leaned against the wall, pressing back against him, working my hips in time with his deep thrusts. To give as good as I was getting. “You’re mine.”
S E M P E R T V V S The words were spelled like Roman inscriptions. It took a moment for me to piece together what the Latin said. Forever yours. Wrath reached around and placed his left hand on mine, revealing the rose-gold ink that now also ran along the entire length of his ring finger. SEMPER TVVS.
Death was not for me. Not yet.
My fire. My anger. That ancient, terrible power I’d only barely scratched the surface of. They all belonged to me. “I see the goddess who rules it.” “I see my equal. My queen.”
Instead of one deity, there were two goddesses: Death and Fury.
It felt right. More than right. It felt like coming home.
“We are hell gods, Emilia. We are the Feared.” My twin looked at me again. “Neither witches, nor shifters, nor even princes of Hell can stand against us when we’re united. Your power is awakening. It’s time to take back what is ours. It’s time to come home.”
A drop of immortality is more powerful than a bucket of mortality.”
he is her fate. As she is his. ‘As above, so below.’ They are the balance. Light and dark. One fallen from above, and one created in the underworld below.”
To be forced to stand when you wished to fall. To get up on your own and defy the hand of fate that brought so much pain by smacking you down time and again. To choose to live and flourish despite the bad. And most important, to dare to dream of better days while your current world was a living nightmare.
We truly were a match made in Hell.
“I always knew you. And always will. Your soul calls to mine. It’s a feeling of coming home. Of peace. No magic can duplicate it.”
“A powerful ally to some. A nightmare to others.”
“Blessed be the wicked.”
“We will not get through it like that. I want your heart, Samael. I want your love without spells and tinctures keeping it locked away. Only having half of you is a curse, too. We both deserve more. We deserve true happiness. Happiness without chains or restrictions or strings attached to it. No matter the sins of our past, we do not deserve to be punished for eternity. Your only crime was helping your brother and his wife make their own choice. Now you must give up love? For what? A hateful witch’s vengeance? I will not accept that. I cannot. You ought to give your heart to whomever you
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“My dark angel.”
I do not want to bring only vengeance and hate to the world. I want to right a terrible wrong. It’s the right thing to do, and I know you care about true justice, fair justice. Even when it’s hard or personal.
“I don’t give a high holy fuck about my court, my lady. Magic does not make you powerful. Your courage. Your heart. Your mind. Your very soul makes you a force to be reckoned with. My only concern is whether you will survive. I will take you without magic. Without godsdamn royal titles. Or care for anything other than your happiness.
Love was the most powerful magic.
Wrath, the king of demons, afraid of nothing—except losing me—hesitated.
shin. I brought my attention back to my king, my love, my salvation. My equal. To hear him call me his love, to openly share our hearts and souls, I’d walk through Hell again and again.
“I choose you today, tomorrow, and every day thereafter. I accept our bond. I give my heart, my soul, my power to thee.”
Acta non verba.
