Born shrouded in the veil of the Primals, a Maiden as the Fates promised, Seraphena Mierelâs future has never been hers. Chosen before birth to uphold the desperate deal her ancestor struck to save his people, Sera must leave behind her life and offer herself to the Primal of Death as his Consort.
However, Seraâs real destiny is the most closely guarded secret in all of Lasania - sheâs not the well protected Maiden but an assassin with one mission - one target. Make the Primal of Death fall in love, become his weakness, and then...end him. If she fails, she dooms her kingdom to a slow demise at the hands of the Rot.
Sera has always known what she is. Chosen. Consort. Assassin. Weapon. A specter never fully formed yet drenched in blood. A monster. Until him. Until the Primal of Deathâs unexpected words and deeds chase away the darkness gathering inside her. And his seductive touch ignites a passion sheâs never allowed herself to feel and cannot feel for him. But Sera has never had a choice. Either way, her life is forfeit - it always has been, as she has been forever touched by Life and Death.
Why You Should Read This Book
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Trigger Warnings
A Shadow in the Ember
âI do have the authority. Over you. Over everyone here and every mortal in and outside of this realm, but that is not why I have these conditions. They are in place to help keep you safe.â
âMy father loved my mother more than anything in these realms. More than he should have. And still, he could not keep her safe. That is why I have these conditions. These rules as you like to call them. Itâs not about me attempting to exert authority over you or control you. Itâs about trying to do what my father failed at. Itâs about making sure you do not meet the same fate as my mother.â
âI know you should rest. I know I shouldâŚlet you be, but IâŚIf itâs okay with you, I would just like to be here with you. Thatâs all. Just be here.â
âI think youâre a lot of talk. You seem to have no real interest in anything beyond touching me, no matter what you claim you do with your hand andââ
âAnd you, liessa, are very brave. But, sometimes, one can be too brave. To the point it borders on foolishness. And you know what Iâve found about the foolishly brave? Thereâs a reason they often rush to greet death instead of having the wisdom to run from it. What is your reason? What drowns out that fear and pushes you to run so eagerly toward death?
âDeath wants nothing to do with life. None of you can be surprised.â
âThere are many ways you can be taken out. Thousands. And Iâm well acquainted with all of them. Your options are endless. Some painless. Some quick. This way wonât be either.â
âAll I think about when Iâm trying to sleep or eat or am doing anything is how I was the Maiden and found unworthy by the Primal of Death.â
âKilling is not something one should have little regard for. It should always affect you, no matter how many times you do it. It should always leave a mark. And if it doesnât, then I would have grave concerns about that individual.â
âLook, it was clearâto me at leastâthat you didnât want to do what you believed you had to. That doesnât mean I agree with your actions or that Iâm not disappointed. You seemed to make himâŚAnyway, itâs not like we donât have explicit experience in carrying out terrible deeds because we believed we had no other choice.â
âI donât know the circumstances that led to your arrival, but what I do know is that I trust no one in either realm more than Nyktos, nor would I feel safer anywhere else.â
âI think itâs all the wicked, indecent bones in my body guiding my thoughtfulness.â
âThat is why I am called the Blessed One. No one knows how I survived that kind of birth. Love caused their deaths long before either had taken their final breaths. Before my father even met my mother. Love is a beautiful weapon, often wielded as a means to control another. It shouldnât be a weakness, but that is what it becomes. And those most innocent always pay for it. Iâve never seen anything good come from love.â
âItâs not your palm I want wrapped around my cock right now. Itâs you I want. Tight and wet and warm. And if you keep touching me like that, thatâs whatâs going to happen. Iâm going to get inside you, and it wonât be my fingers youâll be fucking. I think you know that.â
âMy apologies. I shouldâve elaborated. Iâm very good at pretending to enjoy things I do not, but I was not pretending when I had your tongue in my mouth.â
âYou feel like silk and sunshine. Beautiful. Thatâs it, liessa, fuck my hand.â
âBut you spoke with no fear. You acted fearlessly. Each time I saw you. You interested me, and I hadnât expected that. I didnât want that. But at that lake, you were just Seraphena. And I was just Ash. There was no deal. No perceived obligations. You stayed simply because you wanted to. I stayed only because I wanted to. You let me touch you because that was what you wanted, not because you felt as if you had to. Maybe I shouldâve told you, but I wasâŚenjoying myself with you. I wasnât ready for that to end.â
âThere is no other choice. Not for you. Not now. Even if you managed to escape punishment for what happened here, I staked my claim on you in front of others. That will spread, eventually reaching the attention of the gods and other Primals. They will become curious about you. They may even believe you hold some sort of sway over me. They will use you, and whatever ways you have paid these past three years will pale in comparison to what they will do.â
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