“Bow your head to the High Lord and speak only if he commands you to. School your face so that it does not show your thoughts.” She leaned closer, voice low as she added, “Your very presence here will be perceived as an affront. There are many who do not believe Caspian Nightfall was adequately punished for slaying the priestess Vanora. And many more who feel the punishment is too far-reaching, introducing a human into the bloodline.”
Beneath my chest, my heart pumped rapidly, like distant thunder rumbling ever closer and louder. The bloodline. Forced to marry the lordling as punishment. Expected to… to perform the duties of a female to her mate.
Mate and murderer. Stupidly, it only just occurred to me to ask, “What’s the stop him from killing me after the mating ceremony?”
Two Dark Vows
Somehow I make it through the first harrowing night in the Court of Shades. My new home. Where I, Clementine Thornbury, am to be married to the high lord's son as punishment for the crime of murdering a priestess. His crime. All my life I believed I would live and die a slave in service to the fae. It was the best a human could hope for. Not this.
The more I learn about my soon to be mate the more I spiral into terror for the future lying before me. There never stood a chance for choice. So I do the only thing I can think of to take back control of my own life, my own destiny... and it fails spectacularly. Right into the arms of a golden-eyed winged fae who is not at all what he seems. And more interwoven into my future than I will ever know.
As for my mate... Lord Nightfall is harboring a secret at the core of his murderous sin that makes his intentions with me very clear. I could either die a slow and agonizing death dreading every day of my life, or I could reach deep within me to find any darkness or shadow of my own to survive what lies ahead.