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When the time came, Envy would play the game. He’d reclaim what was his, restore his court, and he’d never endanger his circle by becoming intrigued by a mortal again.
Society praised incorruptible morals above all, especially for women. But virtues never held the same appeal as sin. They weren’t as thrilling to gossip about over tea, and no matter how prim and proper high society claimed to be, they all loved a good scandal, the more salacious, the better.
He hadn’t visited Camilla’s bedchamber, nor would she ever invite him there. Blackmail, she found, dampened any thoughts of passion.
She’d been trying to paint a world she saw repeatedly in her dreams, one where winter reigned in all its stark, lethal beauty.
You want a wicked man in the bedroom. The wickeder the better, in fact.
“You just need to find yourself a virile man with questionable morals and bed him whenever the mood strikes you.”
she’s not wrong
Seven demon princes, each wickeder than the last.
“I see there’s nothing to tell at all. Except you’re going to fall madly in love with him. Or maybe he would be the perfect loyal companion!”
Why was Lust’s gods-damned scheme always the correct path to take? Maybe Envy should attempt to seduce her next. It was worth trying.
“Do you always lay claim to things that don’t belong to you, Vexley?”
but at least she was choosing which devil to get into bed with. Proverbially speaking, of course.
“We… we could have died.” “Death isn’t in my plan, pet.” A beat of silence passed. “Do not call me pet.” “Noted, kitten.”
“Stoke my sin again and I will show you what it means to lose,
this is my favorite flavor of touch her and die
Envy looked her over, wondering what was so gods-damned appealing about this constant battle of wills. If this mix of intrigue and arousal
yeah it’s fucking exhilarating
Part of her was intrigued by the intensity of wanting something so badly that no moral line would go uncrossed. A male that driven, that focused… fascinated her on the most basic level.
If he was currently without a partner and sought one out, God help the person he fell for. Camilla knew he’d leave no stone unturned as he investigated them to the fullest degree, plotting and planning his seduction so well they wouldn’t stand a chance. Not that anyone would want to. Underneath that unassuming appearance lurked a warrior just as deadly and ferocious as his brothers.
His House motto is Libri Ante Vir. Books before man. He probably has it permanently inked on his ass.”
“An amulet warding against dark magic is the simplest explanation.
He was especially testy, making Envy wonder what he was preoccupied with. Hopefully some secret lover was driving him as mad. Sloth didn’t feed his passions often or as widely as the rest of them, but he’d had a few serious relationships over the centuries.
“You’ll be shouting my name, Camilla. I will be your God, your Creator, your Destroyer, and every depraved dark thing in between. And I promise you’ll find religion on my cock. You’ll get on your knees for it, pray for it, worship it with every fiber of your being.”
“You won’t think of Prince Charming again. I promise you that.”
i swear he can read her mind
“Memories, like hearts, can be stolen.
You never heed the warning, young prince. Will you now?”
TO REQUEST THE CRONE’S CURSE: CARVE THEIR TRUE NAME IN THE TREE, WRITE YOUR WISH ON A LEAF PLUCKED FROM ITS BRANCHES, THEN OFFER THE TREE A DROP OF BLOOD. TAKE THE LEAF HOME AND PLACE IT BENEATH YOUR PILLOW. IF IT IS GONE WHEN YOU ARISE, THE CRONE ACCEPTED YOUR OFFER AND HAS GRANTED YOUR WISH. SHE IS THE MOTHER OF THE UNDERWORLD—BEWARE OF HER BLESSING.
It was the home of her dreams.
Sometimes two people weren’t meant to be more than one moment. Wondrous and unforgettable though it might be, not all good things were meant to last.
death?
“One day you’re going to gorge yourself on those words, brother.” Wrath’s voice was laced with dark promise. Gluttony snorted, the sound filled with derision.
“I accept your wager. Pride wins back Lucia. Vittoria ends up with the werewolf.” “Or the new vampire prince.” Envy scoffed. “Blade doesn’t consort with death goddesses. And he’s already said he’s choosing a vampire bride.”
