The Crown of Oaths and Curses (The Mortal Fates #1)

by J. Bree

press the metal to her throat.

my mind filling with the voices of all those I love who would gut this high-fae male for treating me like this, royal or not.

body. I’ll sacrifice everything for my people and my land, but the ending will always be the same—your blood spilled and your life forfeit. Nothing will fill me with greater joy.”

“I have no doubt of such a thing, Savage Prince.”

A filthy witch helping another high-fae prince, even at great personal

cost, because none of the high fae have ever given a blessed Fates-fuck about the innocent witches of this kingdom. Kharl Balzog’s deceptions only swayed the weakest from our path—the rest wanted nothing to do with his madness. I know my role in honoring this land, do any of you?”

“You've got it all wrong, Prince Soren—you're the one who's going to have to convince me of such a thing, because right now, I’d set you on fire just to watch the flames consume you.”

“If my sister's name ever crosses your lips again, or my brother's for that matter, I’ll end your bloodline. I’ll do it and laugh as the Fates open to destroy us all, I swear on my coven’s name.”

“I know your fate, Kharl Balzog. To die at the hand of a Ravenswyrd witch, generations of neutrality and tradition broken for your demise. Your fate is a death toll calling.”

“You missed me.”