Ophelia has a dirty secret.
Well, it’s not really a secret anymore.
Ophelia was born into a family of Hunters, tasked with protecting the humans from the creatures of the night who feast on their fear.
Except Ophelia always found the idea of monsters kind of intriguing. She even made the grave sin of committing some X-rated monster thoughts to paper—which in hindsight may not have been the best idea because her parents were mortified—but you live and learn. Well, everyone finds out your secret, you get banished from society, and then you learn.
But the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity Ophelia has been waiting for to make good on some of those fantasies has arrived. The King of Shades requires a hunter bride, and Ophelia is the best fit for the job.
Now she just needs to convince her surly monster husband, Allerick, that she’s the best fit for him.
“When did you even give it to her?” I demanded. “You can’t give my wife gifts. I haven’t even given her gifts.”
“It’s not my fault you’re a terrible husband,” Damen laughed, dodging when I took a swipe at him with my claws.
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“Don’t hulk out on my sister, Soren,” Ophelia said airily, proving she knew exactly who was who as she lugged a canvas bag with her as she exited the bedroom. “She didn’t mean to threaten the king and suggest violating the terms of the treaty.”
Twin patches of red appeared on Astrid’s cheeks. “Yes, I did.”
“Well, don’t. I’m a queen. I could… do something about that. Probably. Don’t test me,” Ophelia replied, tilting her head to the side as if she were trying to decide if it was a bluff or not. She shrugged to herself, stopping in the kitchen to unzip the bag and fill it with whatever she was raiding from her sister’s kitchen.
“You don’t have jurisdiction over me, but it’s good to know you have such confidence in your new role,” Astrid scoffed.
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