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

by J. Bree

but no matter how brief our acquaintance, no matter how guarded we both were as we learned what we could of each other, I would recognize her in a crowd even without any of my senses.

The Fates are cruel and fickle, but I’ve had a long time to come to terms with that.

Her eyes will unravel the calm within me until I’m nothing but the savage my uncle swears me to be.

I think those eyes of hers will plague my nightmares until my last breath.

He might be every bit the gorgeous high fae, but a cold heart beats in his chest, one that has no room for warmth in it toward me.

It didn’t even occur to me that she has a name.

Bro WHAT?!

“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.”

“Maybe you should start making your peace with her by calling her by her name. Perhaps then she won’t keep her word and force you to beg her to marry you.”

“That doesn't look like begging to me. I'd rather walk until my feet bleed.”