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“Camilla sobbed, and then gently pulled him onto her lap, stroking his head. 'Please. Please get up.' She had read enough fairy tales as a young girl to know that the prince was supposed to wake the love of his life with a kiss. But Envy was a demon, and Camilla was no damsel in distress. She pressed her lips to his forehead. He didn't magically stir.”

“You saw me but didn't say hello? I'm wounded, Miss Antonius.' Synton's voice was like a deep rumble of thunder in her ear as he finally dropped his hands but didn't step back. 'Perhaps I was getting the lay of the land. A lady must know where it's safe to step,' she quipped. 'Yet you're stepping all over my ego.' 'Forgive me, my lord. I had no idea you'd be so easily damaged.”

“Apologies for any insult this causes,' she said without peering out from around her easel, 'but I am not in the market for a husband, my lord. Please just go.' A beat of silence passed. With any luck, Vexley would be insulted by the bite in her tone and would turn right back around and leave for some faraway city at the edge of the world. 'Well, that's quite a relief considering I'm in want of a painting, not a wife.”

“Don't answer now, but I want to know if what you said then stands." "You'll have to be more specific. I said a great many things." "If I am still yours." He stilled. My words hung between us, heavy and lingering. Like his gaze. "If I am, I would tell you that you are mine. That I am choosing you as my husband. There is no one I'd rather confront my demons with, no soul I'd travel through Hell with. And no one else I want standing beside me when I go to the Shifting Isles tomorrow." He was quiet for a long moment, seeming to gauge my sincerity and weigh it against his own feelings. "And if I don't require time to think it over?" Thank the goddess.”

“You did this to him." Her anger was a blazing inferno, but her voice was cold, unfeeling. I'd never heard that tone from her. "If it makes you feel better, I was aiming for you." His low drawl didn't hide the fear I sensed coming from him. He'd realized the same thing I had-the true threat wasn't him and it certainly wasn't me. There was something far worse in these woods tonight. And I was wholly captivated. I kept my attention on Lore, sensing a chasm splitting inside her, growing wider the longer her anger simmered without an outlet. She was a geyser ready to blow. I released a small hiss as the next wave of ice moved through my veins. Lore didn't miss the barely audible sound, as if she was now attuned to the slightest shift in me. Her gaze darkened, like a shadow passing over the sun. "You shouldn't have missed.”

“There was nothing soft or forgiving in her face; there was hardly anything human in it. She wore a mask of vengeance that would make the fiercest archangels tremble if they dared to gaze upon it. She was a perfect nightmare. An inkling of recognition flickered in, but I couldn't sort out what was familiar. My sweet ray of sunshine who burned hotter than the surface of the sun when provoked. It seemed like I was the only one who admired her ferocity. I heard the Fae's boots catch on a rock as he stumbled back. It was the wrong move. Showing a predator any fear was the quickest way to ensure they attacked. Right now Lore was no different. I sensed the rising tide of power a moment before she detonated. "You hurt what's mine.”

“Her father had told her repeatedly that fear was the one force that drove all darkness in the world. Love, on the other hand, was the greatest source of power. Love strengthened the weakest, gave them a ferocity that fear never offered. Mothers defended their children. Partners, friends, good people stared down evil, becoming something to be feared. Because of love. Yet love wasn't the path Camilla had chosen. She'd succumbed to that same moral trap. Change was terrifying. The unknown always was. It was the very essence of its being unknown that made it so. The familiar was comforting even when it wasn't necessarily good.”

“He was not good, and he was not mortal. The sooner she realised that, the better it would be for her. If Camilla was sunshine, he was the darkest of nights. And if she wasn't careful, his shadows would snuff out her light. If only for the fleeting chance to possess her warmth before destroying it.”

“Until she lost and let others down and felt the weight of responsibility press onto her shoulders, she couldn't lecture him on only seeking sunshine and completely forgetting that the world also needed rain to thrive. Darkness was never as appeaeling as the light to most, but that didn't mean it was any less integral to life. Too much sunshine withered the soul. Balance was the key.”

“Until she lost and let others down and felt the weight of responsibility press onto her shoulders, she couldn't lecture him on only seeking sunshine and completely forgetting that the world also needed rain to thrive. Darkness was never as appealing as the light to most, but that didn't mean it was any less integral to life. Too much sunshine withered the soul. Balance was the key.”