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May 4 - June 16, 2025
“You can fight this, Emilia. You’re strong enough and have trained hard. Remember what to feel for—that slight lick of magic, then shut it down.” My foot touched the bottom of the boat the second he said “lick,” and the timing couldn’t be more unfortunate. Desire raked its claws over my skin before I shook the magic away.
I’ll meet you there shortly. Wife.” Despite everything chaotic and wrong, a smile tugged at my lips. “Husband.” It felt right. More than right. It felt like coming home.
“If you die on me now, I’ll hunt you down and drag you back.” “Sounds rather threatening.” “It’s a fucking promise, my lady.” “I love you, too.” I cupped his face. “If you’re quite through, let’s kill some werewolves.”
“And 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.”
Grief wasn’t simply a shadow that followed people around; it was the worst sort of companion. It was an emotion that could either encourage someone to wither away through sorrow and tears or turn them into a monster. Craving vengeance like blood. Justice. Retribution. As if spilling blood would bring that one person back. I would know. It was the very same spark that ignited my current path.
“Rise,” he said softly. “Just as they always feared you would.”
He looked like someone who understood, intimately, what it was like to lose everything. 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.
“The prophecy of the twin witches wasn’t about us.”
“You cannot be replicated.” I gave him a sardonic look. “I have a twin.” “Doesn’t matter.” Wrath lifted a shoulder. “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.” For a second, I forgot how to breathe.
Wrath was magically dulling his emotions, unwilling to fall in love again and have our world torn apart.
I knew that, logically, he’d done this for us, and yet my own heart ached at the realization that my husband could not allow himself to love me. He’d even gone so far as to magically bind himself.
“I want to end this curse once and for all. I want to break the spell-lock. And I want to fully claim my king.”
“Why would a goddess require a blood offering?” Fauna blinked, seeming taken aback. “Because that’s what the witches always do.”
Fauna’s brows raised nearly to her hairline. “If his majesty finds out—”
To suspeitando dessa ‘guria.
“You’re going to regret this, Shadow Witch.” “If I received a coin every time I heard that, Greed would have cause for alarm.” “He already has plenty of cause to fear me.”
No matter how tempting it was to forget my heartache and the betrayal, losing Wrath again was a price I was unwilling to pay.
“Shifters don’t deal with witches,” Domenico said. “They are one step up from demons. And we do not need to travel through the gates to access other realms like others do.”
“Eventually, you’ll learn to focus on the present and let the past go.”
“Reliving what could have been but never will be is pointless. It’ll only hold you back from what you are. One of the hardest things anyone can do is live in the here and now. Not worry about the future, not rehash the past. Be present, that’s the secret to changing your future. To finding true happiness.”
“How often does the isle shift?” “From what I know, it’s multiple underworld dimensions folded on top of one another. It’s hard to explain, but there are infinite realities happening at once. Though it’s not always a perfect system. At times there will be slight inconsistencies only noticeable to those who are native to whichever time or place is the current reality. Many will simply overlook any oddities they might notice; the truth is much harder for them to digest, and therefore they avoid it. Magic and science are both hard at work, ensuring none of the timelines fully bleed together.”
“You summoned a demon, which alerted Wrath to where we were.” I thought back to the note I’d found on Wrath’s desk. “Greed. You’d summoned Greed under the guise of forming an alliance. Then you left those summoning spells for me to find, just in case.” Hope blossomed in my chest. My sister couldn’t be all bad. “Why?” Vittoria grabbed my hand and squeezed it gently before letting go. “Because one of us deserves a storybook ending.” I wrapped my arms around my twin and hugged her tight. “That doesn’t sound very House Vengeance of you.” Vittoria held me back, her sudden laughter tinged with
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their own court.” “I acted mostly for my own benefit,” I confessed. “I didn’t want Greed to demand another blood retribution. And when they targeted you, I wanted to kill them all.” Wrath brought his lips to my ear, and I felt him smile. “Even more appealing, my lady.”
according to Fauna’s research, could end my husband’s curse. I could not lose sight of that, or I had no hope of succeeding.
Sera qhe essa nao é a adaga que vai matr ele?
When they’d first met, the charming prince had been taken with her name. Lucia was derived from lux, the Latin word for light. Pride, Lucifer, was the Morningstar.
“Do you think my wings will tempt me?” Wrath’s voice was low and dangerous as he prowled around the room. “That I’d put you at risk to get them back?”
“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. Once restored to my full power, I’ll have enough magic for both of us. Trust in that.”
my friend had realized she wasn’t happy before our scheme. Cracks had appeared in her relationship long before her mother broke them apart. Sometimes loving someone was shown by letting them go, not clutching them closer. Though I couldn’t help but wonder what the ending of their story might have been if they’d just talked.
“Later, my love. I promise, nothing will keep me from admiring every detail of your gown. And everything beneath it.” I gave him a coy smile. “There is nothing beneath it, my king.” “Emilia.” He closed his eyes as if trying to banish the image and fight the urge to take me right there.
“Thank you for saving me from that fight.” “I figured they were having another adolescent argument involving their cocks.” “You’re not wrong.” At that he grinned. “I rarely am.” “Humble, too.” “I’m a prince. Royals don’t bother with something as pedestrian as humility.”
