What do you think?
Rate this book


408 pages, Kindle Edition
Published December 27, 2022
[“N]o one would miss you. It makes it so much easier to do what I am about to do...” I stood to my feet, her wide-eyed curiosity shifting into a state of confusion when I ripped her from her seat at the booth and threw her over my shoulder.
“What the hell are you doing?” she questioned, her tone riddled with fear and anger.
“I’m fulfilling my obligation as Prince Regent of Esterbrooke.” And gone was her sweet demeanor, only to be replaced with a hysterical madwoman hell-bent on fighting me off.
“You’re crazy! Put me down, NOW!” It was finally setting in when we exited the diner’s door that this was not a prank, a game, or a foolish lapse in judgment. “Someone help me! He’s trying to hurt me,” she screamed at a sightless audience of people walking by.
“They can’t see you. All that kicking, and all that battering, I’m afraid, will go unnoticed,” I explained, wading through the mob of bystanders who fell victim to the Veil’s influence.
“Please, don’t do this! I don’t know what you want from me, but I don’t have it.” She cried as Vestan opened the door and she thrashed and kicked, her unanswered screams growing louder and more frantic.
[The guard] clawed at my black wire, begging for mercy, as his face purpled under my savage assault. With a clench of my fists, the life in his eyes dimmed and his motions ceased, until finally, I released him, letting his large, stiff body descend to the floor. “Well, don’t all volunteer at once. Clean this up. And make sure you use lavender-infused cleaning agents. The last thing I need is for my dressing room to reek of death,” I said, wiping my hands of any residue left behind from the conjuring. […]”It would please me if you joined me for a late dinner. The staff is preparing something you might find…familiar. In the meantime, I would like it if you would accompany me on a brief tour of Regalhelm Palace,” I said with a light kiss on the back of her hand. Her posture straightened as she fixed her earthly gaze to meet mine.
“That depends. Will I suffer the same fate as that guard if I refuse?” […]
“Now Paige Anderson, when will you learn I would never willfully bring harm to you?[…] Listen to me, Paige Anderson. You may be the future queen of Esterbrooke, but I want you to know something. If you ever speak to me in that condescending tone in front of servants again, I will personally see to it that you are punished in all ways imaginable.” She swallowed a gulp and took a deep breath before speaking her next words.
“What happened to all that stuff about you saying no one will bring harm to me?” she questioned, invoking a series of laughs from me. How silly of her to assume that I was talking about pain. There was more than one way to torture a woman. And she would find out soon enough.
“I am your king and I will do what I want with you. Am I making myself clear?”
“Crystal!”
“Look, you sadistic prince. There’s nothing important to know about me. Maybe you just made a mistake by kidnapping me. Do you want to know the most exciting thing that’s ever happened to me? Moving to New York!” I said, with a little too much fire to burn out. “But even that was something you took away from me,” I fumed, hands balled into fists, trying to keep my beating heart composed.
Despite his power and privilege, he was a calm creature, which was what made the next thing he said to me even more frightening. “I think I preferred you when you were sleeping and suffering,” he said with a next to no emotion in his eyes.
“And you should watch the way you speak to me. In a matter of seconds, I could force you to your knees and watch you choke on my cock,” towering eerily close to me. If he could hear how fast my heart was beating, he would have steered clear, because this fist-sized instrument of beating muscle was bound to hurt someone as furious as it was throbbing in my chest.
“The reality is, I could do it right here, and no one would say a word. No one will question my actions. No one will come to your aid. And you know why that is, Paige Anderson?” he asked with a scary calmness. I huffed, knowing the answer, but not in a rush to give him the pleasure.
“Because…” I said, against gritted teeth. “You are to be king.”
Which prompted a nod and an arrogant furrow to his brow. “Precisely. So, I advise you to reassess that attitude before I exercise my right to give you a lesson in manners.”
“Aranzeiros, I’m trying. It’s just you’re so confusing. I thought that by being your fated mate, I would always know where I stood with you. But one minute you’re methodical. Focused on nothing but being a king, which I completely understand. But the next minute you’re all over me like a dog in heat. I just never know what to expect from you. What makes it worse are the times we don’t see each other. You test me, and you test me, and you test me. I don’t know if I’m passing or failing.”
He leaned up interlocking his fingers, as the life returned to his onyx eyes. “I test you because I want you to stand your ground. You think an outsider will handle you with the delicacy that I do? You, Paige, are going to have to build a thicker skin because if simple things like me taking my duty to the realm seriously as king bothers you, you won’t be prepared for what the future has in store.” He seethed.
“There you go with the gaslighting. You say that we’re the same, equal. But then you speak to me like that.”
“Then challenge me!” he interrupted. “And not just when you have an audience. You see yourself as easy and compromising, but truthfully, you are neither. All while being indecisive and divergent. I have been exceedingly patient with you. Doing everything in my power to make your stay comfortable. Giving you all the things a female could want. Trying to make you happy.” I released a deep breath, followed by a theatrical groan.
“Yeah, but I didn’t ask for any of those things. Spending time with your brothers, they didn’t assume things about me, they asked me. I know you’ve been on this planet a whole three hundred years longer than me, but you don’t know what’s better for me than I do. Don’t assume, just ask.”
“Paige, I am dealing with fae business, and that is all I intend to share.” He gently nudged me out of the way.
I was his wife. Human or not, Esterbrooke was my home now. If it was something concerning fae, surely it was my business, too. “Am I not the Queen of Esterbrooke?” I shrugged, sarcasm laced in my tone. “By extension, how is fae business not my business?”
“It is not your business when I say it is not your business.” He spoke through a clenched jaw, but he was always expecting me to challenge him, so I couldn’t see this being any different.
“Well, as your queen, I'm asserting my right to respectfully disagree—”
Aranzeiros grabbed me by both sides, aggressively shaking me to his wit’s end. “I am your husband, your King, your keeper. When I ask something of you, I expect you to do it,” he interrupted in a state of controlled rage.
“When I tell you to stop asking questions, I expect you to listen,” he continued, grabbing my chin to face him.
Something was off. It was like Aranzeiros had become a ticking time bomb and I suddenly became the recipient of his frustration. “Tell me you understand.” He spoke bitterly and coldly, and he wouldn’t let go until I nodded yes.