Throne of the Fallen (Prince of Sin Book 1)

“Not a chance.” Envy snorted. “Pride will choose Lucia. It’s always been Lucia.”

Lust groaned. “I’ll see where he’s hiding. If he doesn’t start acting like a gods-damned demon, we’re all going to get bad reputations.” He jabbed a finger into Wrath’s chest. “You need to lay down a law or something.” Wrath’s gold eyes glittered. “First rule? Don’t touch me again.” “Don’t kill each other in this room,” Envy said. “I just had the f

Change was terrifying. The unknown always was. It was the very essence of its being unknown that made it so. The familiar was comforting even when it wasn’t necessarily good.

Emilia clasped Envy’s hands in hers, squeezing gently. “Don’t be an ass to your lady. Or there will be no more cannoli in your future.”

“You are twisted, pet.” “What can I say?” Amusement laced her tone. “You bring out the very best in me.”

“I like her, dear brother.” Emilia laughed, breaking the tension. “You must be Miss Camilla Antonius. I’m so happy to meet you. It’s about time someone gave Envy a bit of hell.”

He raised his blade to the vampire, his teeth bared. This needed to end. Quickly. But he’d still make a good show of it. “Come play.”

The wounds in his back bled freely, the drops turning to gold as they hit the ground. The creatures scented it, their gazes turning fully black. Envy was damned, but his blood was still divine; one taste was worth dying for. Or so he’d been told. “I know I’m pretty. But are you going to stand there mentally undressing me all night?”

Envy was fighting the equivalent of eight hundred mortal men and a vampire with immortal strength of his own. The demon prince turned, saw the raging beasts descending, lifted his dagger, and smiled.