Kingdom of the Feared (Kingdom of the Wicked, #3)(65)

“I am going to murder and maim my entire court. This whole fucking realm if someone interrupts us again. I hope you won’t mind ruling over a kingdom of nothing.”

“Maybe they’ll go away,” I offered, glancing down at Wrath’s trousers. Goddess above, I wanted that inside me now.

He grinned and tilted my chin up, running his thumb over my bottom lip until it parted. “Maybe.” He kissed me again, long and lingering. Another sharp knock sounded, breaking us apart. Wrath stepped back and glanced up at the ceiling, and I wondered if he hadn’t exactly been teasing about murdering his whole court. “I’ll get rid of them.”

The demon was across the kitchen a beat later and cracked the door. Lust barged in, grinning as he took in my rumpled appearance, then Wrath’s impressive bulge. “Really? The kitchens?” He slapped his brother on the back. “You might end up in my House of Sin yet, you lusty delinquent.”

Wrath let loose a deep, rumbling sound of annoyance that I found wildly endearing. “Why are you here without an invitation, and why shouldn’t I stab you?” he ground out.

“You’re cock dumb.” Lust found a pear in a large serving bowl and tossed it in the air before rubbing it on his lapel. He checked the buffed fruit over. “You asked us to the Pit at dawn. Everyone’s there, and the first fight’s ready to begin. They’re waiting on you.”

“The Pit?” I asked, looking between them. “Is it a boxing ring?”

“Legendary and exclusive. It’s the best fighting ring in the Seven Circles. This bastard hardly lets us come and watch.” Lust took a bite of his pear, his charcoal eyes gleaming at my inquisitive look. “Your husband provides his court a way to unleash their sin of choice. While also allowing mortal souls a chance at redemption. Boring as that part is.”

“And there’s a fight soon?”

Lust nodded. “From dawn until dusk.”

The idea of going anywhere for that long after the night we’d had made my knees go weak. Wrath didn’t miss a thing. He was by my side again in an instant, brushing his lips over mine. “I’ll return as soon as I can. Get some rest.”

Lust snorted and finished his pear. “Judging by that look, you’ll need it.”





Sleep still evaded me after Wrath and Lust left, so I decided to do some research. Until I saw my sister again, little could be done to learn anything else regarding Vesta’s disappearance, so I tackled the next biggest item on my list of goals. Breaking my spell-lock.

Thanks to Domenico’s snide comment about my mother having more important matters to attend to, I knew she wouldn’t be there, but I went to Celestia’s tower anyway. If anyone had any texts or notes on spell-locks, it would be the Matron of Curses and Poisons.

There had to be a way to remove the spell without sacrificing my heart. I refused to believe having Vittoria rip it out was my only option. If I could break the spell on my own, it would be one less thing to worry over. One less reason for people to try to keep tearing me and Wrath apart.

“Hello? Celestia?” I gently rapped my knuckles against the wooden door, waiting a few beats before trying the handle. It twisted easily, and the door swung open, revealing an empty, darkened chamber. Wane light trickled in from the windows set high in the tower, muted from the overcast skies and latest wintry storm.

I went in and found some candles and lanterns to light. I set them on the table piled with bundles of herbs and baskets of dried botanicals, then glanced around the circular chamber.

It looked like it had the last time I’d visited. There was a skull with arcane symbols etched onto it sitting on the mantel, various glass jars filled with items that tapped the sides, figurines, herbs, spices, dried petals, liquids in a wide array of colors, cauldrons and steaming vials of unknown origins. But the stack of grimoires and books—those were what I set about gathering. Once I had a decent pile, I pulled one of the wooden stools out and sat.

My mother, strange as it still was to think of Celestia that way, had meticulous notes on different remedies. I flipped through one grimoire that had sketches of plants along with quantities needed to blend the perfect tonic. Poisons and potions for love, for heartache, for upset stomachs and aching heads, for cursing an enemy with warts or pox or a flesh-eating rash.

I paused to read one; a spell for forgetting.





Goddess above. For a second, I’d been worried it was a spell Nonna had used on us, but we’d only collected grave dirt to bless our amulets. We’d never cleansed a stone and slept with it under our pillows. Though I remember teasing my friend Claudia about it once when she’d admitted to doing something similar after her crush rejected her.

That was one of the simpler spells. I flipped page after page of notes that progressively used stronger magic. Celestia had a remedy for any malady or hex.

It was truly astounding what she’d created. I was startled to realize both Vittoria and I had taken after her in some way once we were “mortal”—my sister loved to tinker with perfumes and cocktails, and I loved to create in the kitchen. Putting that unsettling realization aside, I pulled another journal out and flipped through more of the same.

There were no notes on spell-locks. No magic elixirs to cure what troubled me. It had been something I’d hoped to find but hadn’t expected to.