Tall Dark and Sinful

The cold king has many choice words for my mother, and I can’t disagree. 

If only he didn’t extend his judgment of her to me.

Zale’s only prepared to tolerate my existence so long as he can use and humiliate me—and to my endless shame, I can’t resist his spells, no matter how much I despise him.

Until I do.

No one is supposed to be immune to his magic, but I manage to push it. 

And he might just destroy me for it. 

You’re welcome to try, royal d#ck.