Ember

“I didn’t have a drink of wine all night. I’m drunk on you.”

“How do you punish a man when your heart beats in his chest? How do you hurt your beloved without also hurting yourself?”

Any idiot can tell you the light of the full moon reveals truth, unravels illusion, and protects all who stand beneath it from magical harm. That’s why witches craft their most dangerous spells at the full moon and why all beasts hidden in human flesh must take their true forms for the nights it shines.

seems to despise us for adoring him, though we cannot help ourselves.”
I thought of the time

Your sisters cut off their toes to defy me. The citizens grow tired of being asked to try on your damned shoe.”
“It’s not my fault you behaved so poorly.”
He smirked. “Of

I want to be no woman’s husband but yours.”

You love me. You must forgive me.”
I pushed him away. “Yes, I love you, but I hate your curse. And there is nothi

broken nose and messy hair—clad in the Prince’s velvet coat and breeches, with a fresh burn marring his cheek and sorrow welling in his dark eyes.

curse makes me seem. I shouldn’t have touched you that day in my bedchamber, but I was dreaming of you. I spoke your name, and then you were there, cloaked in a bland illusion.
“It was too long to go a month without you. I was impatient. I wanted you, and took you though you didn’t know me. Twice, I tried to tell you, but you ran away each time.”
“You deceived me.” I fe

Would it not be easier, and far more pleasant, to forgive the man you love and