If you thought the angst in the first book was real, you’re in for a wild ride with this second book. Sexual tension and the banter between the MCs was so snarky and sardonic, but in a good way and I loved it so much more! “Welielding swords” could be a dangerous game when it comes to the heart. I devoured this book within and couple of hours. This is when the enemies becomes lovers. Close proximity, betrayal and trying to gain trust again. “Who did this to you” vibes. I thought it was weird at first that a ghost was visiting Lila and trying to get in her head, but it totally makes sense in the end. I wasn’t really giving the author enough credit for creating a plot that involves ghosts. Kind of like how Samael didn’t really believe her ghost stories at all. When Lila finds out he was the one collecting acorns and arranging fruit tarts for her, it made me melt in a puddle on the floor.
“I wasn’t trying to win them over. I was trying to scare them into submission.” “When people are desperate and starving, they forget to be scared.”
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THAT is the reason why Samael needs a person like Lila in his life. To give him reason to rule over a kingdom. You can be king once you realize the turmoil people go through. It was sweet to see Samael actually taking Lila’s words into consideration and started to buy and gather food to pass out to the people less unfortunate in the villages.
Lila:
“Do you know what a constrictor knot is? If you struggle against it, it only gets tighter on your wrists. Maybe that’s what you’re doing. If you fight against your desire, maybe it gets worse.” A constrictor knot …
“All I know, Samael, is that if you’re here in my room in the middle of the night, I must be occupying your thoughts an awful lot.”
Somewhere, deep down, I might be evil. For once, I wanted to be alone in that little room. Maybe I didn’t feel quite as scared of the ghost now. If I’d crawled from the soil of an old ruin, maybe that bitch should be scared of me.
I was starting to feel like we were made for each other. And if he had faith in me, I’d have faith, too. I wanted more of him.
Samael:
“I wouldn’t kill you. I might slaughter everyone else. But you might be an exception.”
“Maybe I like your strange, rambling stories about Dovren … the way you make this disgusting city come alive.”
I would keep her safe first. I would protect her before I protected others. I would let the world around me burn to keep her from harm. Because she mattered more than everyone else. That was not how I was created. And yet here I was—falling all over again, losing myself. I knew how dangerous this was, and yet I couldn’t stop it. I was hers, and she was mine, and I had no choice in the matter.
“Just so we're clear,” I whispered into her hair, “you aren't just any woman strutting around half naked, and I wouldn't have risked my life for anyone but you.” “Just so we’re clear,” she said, “you are absolutely not mediocre, and I would never let anyone else tie me up like that.”