Series: Heartstring Duet

Wed him. Bed him. Slit his throat. I killed the king. Crowned myself in his blood, but the curse still festers. To break it, I need Death, on his knees, a ring on his finger, my blade at his throat. The god fights me to the grave, evades my touch, mocks my wanting. He would rather tear himself apart than...

Wed me. Bed me. Slit my throat. Born in dirt, raised in rot, I dig graves for the dead, while the living decay around me. When my brother coughs blood, he appears. A man too polished for the graveyard, with a bargain too cruel for the light: Seduce the King. Become the Queen. Die. And my brother lives. Kael is...