My Rating: 3 ⭐⭐⭐ Rounded up, because even though I hated every living thing inside this story, I still couldn’t fucking stop reading.
Series Status: Begrudgingly continuing. If book two doesn’t give me smut and character development, I’m filing a formal complaint with hell.
We Have:
✅ RH Romance (MMMF)
✅ Fantasy
✅ Enemies to Lovers (kinda… maybe… who fucking knows)
✅ Dystopian
✅ Virgin FMC
✅ Paranormal chaos
✅ Demons, humans, fates, succubi… the entire supernatural zoo
✅ Smut that kinda saved the day
✅ One cinnamon-roll succubus who deserved a different book
✅ One wrath king with permanent PMS
✅ One fate demon who communicates like a hostage negotiator
✅ A heroine with the emotional maturity of a broken smoke alarm
✅ Dream-smut but NOT REAL SMUT (rage inducing)
✅ Slow burn that isn’t even a burn… the stove is OFF
✅ Bonded mates triangle that feels like detention
✅ Possessive MMCs vs FMC who couldn’t read a room with Google Maps
✅ A plot that SLAPS while the characters act like middle schoolers
I swear to god authors are purposefully writing FMC’s that make me want to yeet myself off a fucking bridge….This girl… this girl… is the human embodiment of a malfunctioning smoke alarm. Beeping at random intervals, shrieking for absolutely no reason, impossible to shut the fuck up. She spent her whole life in hiding, stepped outside for five minutes, and suddenly thought she was qualified to challenge ancient demon politics like she’s running for senate.
Every moment with her is the same exhausting loop: swearing she won’t snap, then snapping harder; swearing she won’t say something stupid, then detonating the dumbest thought ever recorded; promising emotional growth while actively regressing.
If she asked “why” one more fucking time, I was fully prepared to throw her into the pits myself for some blessed silence.
Silas communicates like he’s working a hostage negotiation hotline, because if we’re being up front…He is. And the hostage is her brain. Ancient, patient, steady as hell… and stuck babysitting Miss “I Forgot I’m Literally Sold” while she spirals into new depths of nonsense. He tries honesty. He tries boundaries. He tries compassion. She gives him delusion. She gives him chaos. She gives him migraines the size of kingdoms.
The fact this man did not commit a felony on page is honestly a testament to Fate itself.
Aziel is supposed to be wrath incarnate… yet this millennia-old demon king spends the entire book trapped in middle school drama because one girl cannot stop screaming. His whole brand is “terrifying,” but here he is playing exhausted father at Disney World while the FMC melts down every five feet. Permanent PMS. Permanent irritation. Permanent “for fuck’s sake, girl, SHUT UP.”
If I were him, I would’ve marched her back to the auction block so fast I’d leave claw marks. Buuuut he “likes her” and some fucking how she makes him “feel” soooo we all have to fucking suffer….
And then there is Gray…My sweet cinnamon-roll succubus. The only creature in this house with stable brain chemistry. He’s starving because the FMC can’t grasp demon biology, trying to be patient, respectful, kind… and she still treats him like his literal need to EAT is an inconvenience. Meanwhile he’s serving golden retriever energy wrapped in a Dom streak that absolutely could have fed the plot. He deserved love. He deserved peace. He deserved a competent partner, not someone actively sabotaging his caloric intake.
Y’all fucking KNOW I need smut to live. I cannot function without it. And this bitch stays a goddamn virgin the entire fucking book. Nothing in her cooch but some tongue and fingers IN A DREAM.
Dream-smut.
Not even real smut.
JFC I have never experienced blue balls on behalf of fictional demons until now.
If Gray isn’t the first one to fuck her in book two, I’m flipping a table, a car, a demon throne, and probably the author’s desk.
This book tested every ounce of patience I possess. I hated this girl with my whole chest. Every highlight from my notes was another nail in the coffin of my sanity. The tantrums. The endless arguments. The “I shouldn’t have done that” followed by doing EXACTLY THAT again. The secrecy she immediately wanted to blab. The contradictions that broke the laws of physics. The sheer volume of WHYs.
She’s a sold female in a dystopian nightmare where she could’ve been chained, bred, beaten, or worse ….yet she acts like she’s staying in a moderately inconvenient Airbnb. Her survival instincts are toddler-level. Her logic is nonexistent. Her ability to read danger is negative.
AND YET the god damn plot slapped so fucking hard I couldn’t put it down.
Truly the most infuriating type of book: the one you want to yeet across the room but still need to finish.
I’m reading book two.
I’m embarrassed about it.
If she doesn’t improve, I’m coming back with blood in my eyes.
Non-Context Spoilers That Had Me RAGE READING:
Full conversations. Full delusion. Full rage.
Exhibit 1:
Gray: “I’m starving, Charlie. I’m trying to hold myself together. If I don’t feed soon, I could lose control.”
Charlie: “Well you can’t feed off me. Absolutely not. Not in dreams, not in real life, not anywhere.”
Gray: “…Then I’ll try to find another source. I don’t want to hurt anyone.”
Charlie: “You’re going to feed on someone ELSE?”
Gray: “Yes. Because you said no. Because I’m literally dying.”
Charlie: “Wow. So I’m not good enough? That’s basically cheating.”
Gray: “Cheating requires consent and actual sex, which I am not having because you have banned me from EATING.”
Charlie: “This feels really disrespectful.”
Gray: “I am RESPECTFULLY starving.”
three days later, the man is visibly wasting away
Charlie: “I don’t understand why you let yourself get this bad. Why wouldn’t you just feed off me?”
Gray: just blinking in demon Morse code for “help me”
Charlie: “Seriously, why didn’t you ask?”
Me: GIRL. YOU TOLD HIM NO. YOU SCREAMED NO. YOU POSTED BILLBOARDS OF NO. YOU WOULDN’T EVEN LET HIM NIBBLE YOUR SOUL IN A DREAM. WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN WHY DIDN’T HE ASK???
Exhibit 2:
Aziel: “I have to attend this meeting. If I don’t, it signals weakness, and it risks exposure for all of us. I’ve explained this multiple times.”
Charlie: “Okay but… can’t you just say you don’t feel like going?”
Aziel: “…No.”
Charlie: “Why not?”
Aziel: “Because politics. Because war. Because survival. Because I’m the king.”
Charlie: “Sounds fake.”
Me: BRO. HE JUST GAVE YOU FOUR PARAGRAPHS OF REASONS. WHAT DO YOU MEAN “SOUNDS FAKE.” ARE YOU OKAY.
Exhibit 3:
Charlie: “I’m not dumb.”
Silas: “…Okay.”
Charlie: “No really. I make good choices.”
Gray: starving in the corner because of her choices
Aziel: currently preventing a demon war because of her choices
Charlie: “Everyone always acts like I don’t know what I’m doing.”
Me: YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT YOU’RE DOING. THE BOOK PROVED IT ON EVERY PAGE.
Exhibit 4:
Az and Gray fighting like two apex predators ready to level the house
Silas: throws himself in front of her to shield her
Charlie: “Why are they fighting?”
Silas: “Because you insulted Gray, again, loudly, and they both heard, and now they’re losing control.”
Charlie: “Why?”
Silas: “Because they care about you.”
Charlie: “Why can’t I sleep alone?”
Silas: “Because you’re in danger.”
Charlie: “Why can’t I go to my room?”
Silas: “Because you’ll get hurt.”
Charlie: “Why can't—”
Me: IF THIS BITCH SAYS WHY ONE MORE TIME I’M CALLING HELL’S CUSTOMER SERVICE LINE.
Exhibit 5:
Charlie: “I shouldn’t throw tantrums. I shouldn’t scream. I shouldn’t say hurtful things.”
Charlie: immediately does all three at once like she’s speedrunning a breakdown
Charlie: “I’ll regret that tomorrow.”
Tomorrow: she does the same shit again
Me: SHE IS A LOOPING GLITCH. A BROKEN NPC. A WALKING ERROR MESSAGE. SOMEONE REBOOT HER BRAIN.
Exhibit 6:
Aziel (before dinner): “Listen carefully. You are pretending to be mine tonight. If you stare at anyone — especially another succubus — they will take it as a challenge. Do. Not. Stare.”
Charlie: “Totally. Got it.”
walks into the dinner hall
Charlie: IMMEDIATELY cranes her entire neck like a deranged owl and laser-focuses on Gray across the room
Silas: “Stop staring.”
Charlie: stares harder, like she’s trying to burn holes in him with her corneas
Aziel (whisper-shouting): “You are CLAIMING him. STOP.”
Charlie: stares EVEN HARDER out of pure jealousy
Other succubus: perceives the eyeball assault
Other succubus: “Oh she wants smoke? Bet.”
demon bitches assemble like it’s the goddamn Hunger Games
Silas: trying to keep order while quietly having an aneurysm
Gray: can’t move, can’t help, because if he does everyone will know exactly how he feels about her
Aziel: forced to step out for ten minutes because he literally cannot control his wrath with the amount of jealousy-fueled staring she’s doing
returns to the hall
Aziel: walks into a full-on demon melee with Charlie at the center like an idiot who activated a trap card she didn’t read first
Aziel: “WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK IS GOING ON IN HERE?”
Everyone: “Your girl stared at the wrong bitch.”
Aziel: loses his fucking mind
Wrath demon instincts: FULLY ENGAGED
Chairs flying. Tables flipping. Bodies hitting walls. Demon WWE.
Charlie, covered in chaos she personally caused:
“I just… don’t understand why this all happened.”
Me: IT HAPPENED BECAUSE YOUR EYEBALLS START WARS. BECAUSE YOU WERE TOLD NOT TO DO THE ONE THING YOU IMMEDIATELY FUCKING DID. BECAUSE YOU CAN’T FOLLOW A BASIC INSTRUCTION FOR TEN MINUTES.