Everyone in this hall is lying. I can taste all of it — the fear dressed up as respect, the greed wearing the face of loyalty, my own people bowing to a monster they'd put a knife in the second it turned its back. I wear the mask so I don't have to feel every one of them at once. It's the only mercy I allow myself.
My brother is the good one. Golden, kind, the son our parents actually wanted. He's brought a human girl home on his arm, and she's warm in a way that makes the whole rotten court lean toward her like she's a fire.
She should be afraid of me. She isn't. She talks back. She sees underneath — nearly all of it.
Not the one truth that would end the three of us if it ever got out.
The storm's shut the roads. No one's leaving.
Gods help us both.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
My brother is the good one. Golden, kind, the son our parents actually wanted. He's brought a human girl home on his arm, and she's warm in a way that makes the whole rotten court lean toward her like she's a fire.
She should be afraid of me. She isn't. She talks back. She sees underneath — nearly all of it.
Not the one truth that would end the three of us if it ever got out.
The storm's shut the roads. No one's leaving.
Gods help us both.
Genre: Paranormal Romance
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