Silently, Wrath removed a pouch from a secret compartment near the fireplace and dumped the contents into his palm. Silver and gold glinted in the firelight. Our amulets.
I felt nothing when I looked at them. No sense of nostalgia. No warm memories of blessing them each full moon with Vittoria while Nonna guided us. I saw them for what they were: objects that had caused my husband pain and torment for years. Objects that brought confusion to my memories and Vittoria’s, forcing us to remain in the dark. It was time for them to return to where they belonged. Wrath looped them over his head, jaw locked as he came back to where I waited.
He stood before me, blade in fist, and stared down. His expression was as cold as the air now. My husband was donning that mask again, becoming the king his realm needed, even beyond his court. He was becoming the partner I needed.
We’d been through hell and back, quite literally, and this would set our world right. I held my own emotions in check, refusing to show one second of doubt. If he sensed any trepidation, he would damn us for eternity.
Wrath’s attention finally dropped to my bodice. It was a simple, rose-gold gown with lavender, pale blue, and green flowers embroidered onto it. After I’d returned from Claudia, I’d quickly changed. I didn’t want any trace of where I’d been remaining, and I hadn’t put much thought into what I’d grabbed from the wardrobe.
Now I realized my mistake in wearing the pale pink instead of black. My husband would see me bleed as he twisted the dagger. Just as I’d watched his white shirt turn red when I’d stabbed him. It was not the sort of favor I wished to return.
With nimble fingers, I unlaced the front of my dress, pulling the top slightly apart—just enough to expose the bare skin over my heart. I held his gaze, pouring all the love and emotion I felt for him into it. I imagined how it felt to kiss him, how incredible it was to make love to him and feel him joined to me as if we were one.
Hate and fear and vengeance had torn us apart. And love would heal us.
Nonna Maria once told me to follow my heart, and even though she’d lied before—even though I no longer had a mortal heart—I felt the truth of that now. Love was the most powerful magic. No matter how many twists and bumps I’d encountered along the way, I’d finally found my home. And no one, no curse, no force in this realm or the next would take it away from me again.
“I love you.”
Wrath couldn’t say it back, but the iciness left his features. He brought his mouth down on mine, his kiss passionate and full of longing. He’d felt the emotions I’d fed to him, knew I wanted to do this with every fiber of my cursed soul. I kissed him as fiercely, as freely. His tongue demanded entry, and as my lips parted, I felt the sting of metal pushing into my chest. Wrath bit down on my lip, distracting me from the pain as the Blade of Ruination sank deeper.
“Incipio.” Wrath spoke the activation spell against my lips as I cried out, the sound swallowed as my husband kissed me again with desperate fervor. As if the connection of our lips and tongues would tether me to him. Would prevent me from fading into Death’s realm.
As soon as Wrath activated the spell, my magic flared up, sensing a new master taking control. The Blade of Ruination. My power wanted no part of it; it did not wish to obey a new master. A raging inferno was being ripped from me, and it fought against the blade’s pull, but I’d given my power freely, willingly. And it could not overcome the summoning.
I screamed as my body burned and the blade heated. The metal seared inside me, and I’d never known such intense torture as I did in that moment. Wrath’s mouth moved across my jaw to my temple, his arms wrapped around me as if he could tear the pain away.
“Shh.” He pressed a kiss to my temple. “It’s all right. It’ll be over soon.”
I tried to focus on his featherlight kisses, tried to hold on to the little bit of light he offered. But it was no use. Pain rose up and crashed down, dragging me with it. This was worse than when Vittoria removed my mortal heart. There was no end and no sense of time as the blade continued to tear my magic from me.
Rose-gold fire exploded between us, the blade hungrily lapping up the flames before they could touch Wrath. I squeezed my eyes shut, teeth clenched, as the heat grew to unbearable temperatures. Sweat dotted my brow, dripped down my chest, sizzled against the blade.
Tears streamed down my face, dampening Wrath’s fingers that still clenched tightly around the Blade of Ruination’s hilt. My instinct to survive, to retain my power, made me want to fight back. It took effort I didn’t know I possessed to lock my arms at my sides, to will my magic away. The tortuous magical transfer went on for several long minutes that felt like hours.
A hole in my center grew, and where power once welled up, it was slowly being replaced with nothing. My body grew weaker with each ounce of magic that left me, the instinct to fight draining from my tensed body. My screams slowed as my knees shook, and suddenly the dagger was yanked free. It clattered onto the floor as Wrath scooped me up and cradled me against his chest. His heart hammered a frantic beat, the rhythm keeping my own blood pounding.
I hadn’t died, but it felt like some not-so-small part of me had. A sob wrenched free, and I couldn’t tell if it was relief for what we’d done or grief at what I’d lost. Perhaps it was both. My eyes squeezed shut as if that would prevent the tears from continuing to fall.
Wrath held me tighter, rocking me for several long minutes, until the overwhelming sense of loss receded a bit. I didn’t want him to regret our choice and struggled to pull myself together.
Heat continued to surround us, and I finally managed to crack open an eye. Beautiful burning wings of flame extended from behind Wrath. Silver-tipped and fierce. Another tear slid along my cheek. Not from sadness or grief this time, but from witnessing divine glory so close. Vittoria and I were goddesses from the underworld, but Wrath was true divinity, and I was overcome by the force of love that radiated around him.
That sense of great loss, that grief of giving up my magic, it didn’t disappear, but I allowed that feeling of awe to cleanse my sadness. To remind me of all I’d gained. All we’d gained. The curse was truly broken. This part of our nightmare was over.
As above, so below. Together we’d achieved balance. We won. And yet…
“They’re incredible,” I whispered, blinking as the wings grew impossibly larger. I’d never seen anything as stunning and deadly in all my life. Even when we’d known each other before, Wrath had never shown me his wings. They were a weapon he’d kept hidden. “You’re incredible.”
Wrath held me tighter, his chin now resting on my head. Tension hadn’t yet left his body—if anything, he was coiled tighter than before.