4.5 stars, they are a great couple. But this hellish slow burn is ruining my investment in the series. There is so much going on and I appreciate the humor but the spice is disappearing fast since I skim over every "almost" love scene because I know it gets rudely interrupted. Its the worst kind of edging! LOL.
Anyway- highlights and spoilers ahead. This is the middle book of 3 and it is a strong one that carries the story on. Damien keeps trying to find a solution to retrieve the talisman without killing Amma and so it keeps delaying everything. Amma gets a chance to experiment with her powers and Cedric eventually gets his due.
After all they have been thru, Amma has no problem saying what she needs to:
What in the Abyss were they doing?
“I can’t take it anymore!” Amma squeaked, and both men jerked toward her, thrown from their ridiculous game. “Someone say something!” (Villains, sheesh)
Damien has to explain to his Dad (who sounds like a super chill dude for the Demon Lord) about the situation:
“What’s wrong, son? Did that little Shadowhart prick drug you?”
Damien tugged the corners of his mouth down, eyes flicking to the plate of food and back. “No, Dad, I’m not that stupid.”
“Huh, well I’ve never seen you look so cheery, so I thought—”
“Nevermind. I just needed to explain that I’m off schedule.”
They have to shelter with Xander in order to translate the tome:
“Oh, no.” Damien cut through the air with his hand. “I’ve seen your Chthonic, it’s abysmal.”
“Of course it’s Abyssal,” Xander snapped. “That’s where it comes from.”
“Abysmal,” Damien stressed. “Terrible, illegible, bad. I’ll do the translations, and you take a turn at dictation.”
Kaz still tries to resist Amma's charm:
Left alone with Kaz, Amma sighed. “Kaz, I don’t want to hurt anybody, especially not Damien, I just want to understand.”
“That is what they all say,” Kaz grumbled, and then added, “trollop,” for good measure before stalking out into the parlor.
Damien is turning "good" and Amma is becoming a bit "bad" and that is very desirable to Damien:
Damien followed, disappointed that how he felt was distracting him from fully appreciating her willingness to misbehave.
They had to steal an artifact which turned out to be a baby:
Amma’s hands fell back to her sides, and all the anxiety went out of her voice. “Why would I know, Damien?”
He glanced back to the chamber through the door’s crack, still empty, but for how long with the spawn’s cries rising? “Because you’re, you know, kind and…and nurturing? Also you happen to have breasts.”
Amma glared at him and poked herself in the chest. “These aren’t working, they’re just for show!”
“I just, I mean—” Damien rubbed his forehead, the child’s cries, the temple’s aura, and his own stupid words making him as inarticulate as he’d ever been. “They’re warm and nice to be pressed against. That’s what spawn are fond of, no?”
One of the infamous "almost" sex scenes:
“No, you’re wrong,” she said, shaking her head vigorously, and then she snickered. “Come on, Damien, show me if you have a tail or not.”
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She thrashed against the bindings around her wrists in a useless effort to escape them and cried out, “Gods, Damien, for goodness’s sake, that’s so stupid and noble! Please just take advantage of me!”
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"In just a moon, your painfully sweet voice has challenged all of my darkest thoughts, your wildly inaccurate yet optimistic outlook has clouded my sight, and your incessant kindness to me—to someone who deserves not a drop of your patience and affection and good will—has undone twenty-seven years of training to be evil. For darkness’s sake, woman, you’ve made me good, and believe when I say that it feels like falling interminably through the Abyss every moment I am not burying my cock in you, but I could not bear it if you woke tomorrow and thought I had hurt you.” Amma’s eyes went wide, breath refusing to come. And then a giggle broke out of her without permission.
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“If I do to you what you want me to do, you’re not going to be able to walk for at least a week, and I’m not carrying you through The Wilds.”
“Is that supposed to be discouraging?” she squealed, squeezing her thighs together, all the relief she could get with her hands tied. “I can’t believe it—you really are evil.”
“I know,” he droned. “I do keep saying.” Amma couldn’t help but grin up at the ceiling.
They make a visit to the ever running joke "Everdark/Everdarque":
“They seemed fairly obvious to me, but sort of extraordinary to him, so I thought, at first, he had gone a little mad with no other fae around since all he does is sit around playing with himself.”
The copper mug in Damien’s hand almost gave way under his grip. “He told you that?”
And his realization smack in his face:
Her voice broke back into the quiet. “I’m sorry I was weak.”
“Do not be sorry, Amma,” he said with none of the usual exasperation of that sentiment, pushing himself up to sit as a distraction from the other things, the syrupy, heartfelt things, that he wanted perilously to say.
“But you still don’t have the talisman.”
“I would rather have—” Damien cut himself off, eyes wide and staring into the darkness of the room. You.
Damien orders her unthinkingly and the repercussions is bad:
With no cutting words from the imp about how they should both be glad to be free of Amma’s presence, Damien knew he had truly fucked up.
She gets captured and taken to Cedric, her worst fears, and it leads to the loss of our beloved Kaz:
To come to her rescue yet again at great peril to himself and everything he’d worked for?
He would surely be sick of how abductable she was by now—she was certainly sick of it.
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“You came for me,” she whispered up against his mouth. His fingertips grazed her temple, smoothing away hair that had fallen in her face, and he pressed another kiss to her lips. “You called. How could I not?”
Cliffhanger ending, at Yvolcon:
do not even speak, without my permission.”
“What? How am I—”
“Ah, no, stop.” His voice lowered, colder, darker, as he leaned down, the blue light shining upward and casting eerie shadows over his face. “What did I just say?”
She opened her mouth then clamped it back shut, glaring at him.
He waited a moment, and then the corner of his mouth twitched up with just the ghost of a smirk. “Exactly.”
“You must be feeling better.”
“Amma,” he snapped, and she quieted again, crossing her arms and twisting her features up into a snarl. He took a patient if irritated breath.
And on to the next book where the *might* have sex but it is not high on my expectations list. I just want to wrap the series at this point and move on!