The demon looked apprehensive, unconvinced. I’d much rather lose myself in Wrath’s addictive kisses. Talking would lead to tears, and that would force me to confront just how deeply it affected me to see Vittoria earlier. His tone indicated we needed to talk, and talking was the absolute worst thing I could imagine right now. The way he said my name made me brace myself for disappointment. “If you require further proof of my decision…” Only he would question why I stood in a state of undress before his bed and not simply unleash his baser, carnal urges like I desired. “Are you going to stand out there all night, Your Majesty?” I arched a brow, but Wrath’s solitary response was a slight narrowing of his golden-eyed gaze. And if the cursed demon didn’t crawl between the sheets with me this instant, I’d unleash a bit of Hell myself.
A nightmare to some, but to me he currently looked like a dream. Most feared of the seven immortal princes of Hell. I’d already given Vittoria months of my tears and fury while on my path to avenge her. Or how she could hurt me so horribly for so long. Until then I didn’t want to spend another minute wondering why she’d faked her death. That sorrow could wait until I met my twin on the mysterious Shifting Isles tomorrow and heard what she had to say. Wrath would sense my hurt, and it was a conversation I didn’t wish to have. My eyes prickled with unshed tears just thinking of my sister now, and I tried desperately to rein in my emotions.
Without focusing on Vittoria and the way my heart ached each time I thought of my twin’s deception. Without games or magical bonds urging us together. Since he’d already stolen my soul, I was now offering him my body. It was the desire he was struggling to control the passion I’d ignited when I chose him-knowing exactly who he was-and still agreed to become his wicked queen. Lingering near Wrath’s bed, tunic now discarded at my feet, I knew it wasn’t his namesake sin that had the fires blazing in his private chamber. Something I refused to examine at the moment. Seeing my sister in the Triple Moon Mirror broke something vital in me. It was a welcome feeling, especially after the coldness that had swept in earlier and settled in my bones. His heated stare coaxed a different kind of warmth to spread over me just as gold-tipped flames erupted in the fireplace, sizzling and crackling like mad. Tracking the small action from where he stood on the balcony, the prince’s attention moved to my mouth and remained there a beat longer than necessary. All at once, candles flared to life around the Prince of Wrath’s bedchamber.ĭespite my best efforts to not grin at the demon, my traitorous lips curved upward on their own.
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