Scarred (Never After, #2)

by Emily McIntire

If you want to burn down hell, you must learn to play the devil’s game.

My heart stutters. “I’m no one’s queen. I’m just the one who will burn the crown.”

But it wasn’t my brother who stained her cheeks pink.

I’m the one who will storm the castle and burn it all to the ground, along with my brother, his queen, and anyone else who gets in my way.

little doe?”

His stare burns through me as he places his hands in his pockets and rocks back on his heels. “We do.” My breath catches, butterflies erupting until my stomach soars.

Ahhhh yes

“If you want a god to worship, ma petite menteuse, no need to look so far.”

You thirst for power?” he rasps, his palm ghosting across my collarbone before wrapping around my throat. “I can fill you with it until you scream.”

my little doe

And the stars don’t shine as brightly when you stare at them alone.

I wish to know that you’re dead.

Good girl.”

skin. “Just like this, with your face kissing the stars… I think it’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”

She’s the devil parading as a snake, convincing people to eat the apple.

“I’m going to kiss you now,” I tell her. “Why?” she whispers. “Because, ma petite menteuse, the thought of not kissing you makes me want to die.”

“You could burn down the entire kingdom until it’s nothing but charred rubble, and I would crawl over the embers with glee, so long as I could worship at your feet.”