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274 pages, Paperback
First published February 14, 2019














she looked older up close, with laugh lines around her eyes and her mouth. what did she have to be happy about?

she was a worthy reward for ruling over besmium.

no, i’d destroy them all. if i couldn’t have charlotte, no one could. if i didn’t sit on the besmian throne, no one would.

“just look at you.” he grinned. “and more importantly, look at me.”
i blinked with disbelief.
“fair skin, eyes the color of beryl stone, golden locks.”
i huffed. “so, i imagine in your world that’s superior somehow?”
“in every world that’s superior.”

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He was my cage, my captor, the death of my freedom, but in one kind of glance, in my darkest hour, he granted me a modicum of comfort.
I felt fear seep into my skin before my next question manifested. "Do you want to marry my brother?"
She shook her head. "I don't want to marry anyone."
People who are only charming when it suits them aren't charming at all.
I felt my skin prickle beneath his unwavering stare. He gave nothing away. Something hot radiated from my forehead down to my chest as if my body understood his message but my brain didn't know how to translate it.

I received an Advanced Reader Copy (ARC) of this book from the author and the publisher in exchange for a fair and honest book review.
I awoke with an intense throbbing in my head. My limbs were noticeably heavy, and every time I moved a fraction, I felt the threat of nausea clawing at my stomach. Flashbacks of the night before started coming back like puzzle pieces strewn across my bed.
I don't want to marry you.
I cringed and buried my head into my pillow as if I could suffocate the embarrassment out of me. My plan was ruined. Although my behavior had been humiliating, I doubt it was enough to scare the prince away. I was out of time. Behind the door, I heard my mother's shrill voice cry out, "Open the door, you idiot."