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She wrenched her attention from Envy and took my measure. “I want you to accept your full power. It’s time to shed your mortality, punish our enemies, and reclaim our House.”
“How in the world am I supposed to shed—”
I halted what I’d been about to say. A memory was rattling around, trying to slip free.
Our House… I flicked my attention to Envy, who seemed very interested in my internal struggle. At his House of Sin, I’d said seven hells, and he’d corrected me toeight. I’d been focused on the truth-spelled wine and had let it go, not wanting to waste an opportunity to gather information I’d been after then. I closed my eyes briefly, allowing the memory to materialize.
“House Vengeance.” I snapped my attention to my twin as its name came rushing back. An eighth House. “I can’t remember anything else about it.”
“That’s a story for another time,” Vittoria said evasively.
Envy chuckled. “Please, feel free to share your House secrets. I’ve certainly been curious about it. My brothers, too.”
“Have you never been?” I asked Envy, drawing my brows together. “Or Wrath?”
“No. And none of my spies or any other prince of Hell’s spies has succeeded in entering that circle, either.”
“Is it not here?” I asked, looking to my twin again. A flash of mountains crossed my mind. Snowcapped and treacherous. Isolated. “That’s what you meant by taking back what is ours by birth,” I said. Vittoria nodded but didn’t elaborate. Of which I was grateful. I couldn’t remember anything specific of our House and needed to absorb one life-altering event at a time. I was also fairly certain that was why she didn’t want me to join House Wrath. She wanted me to rule over our House of Sin. And I would likely have to give that up for our rival court. “You mentioned something about shedding my mortality. How am I supposed to accomplish that?”
“All you have to do is let me remove that mortal heart they gave you.”
Time seemed to abruptly halt.“What?”
Vittoria drifted closer to the cell. “I’ll make sure it’s quick, near painless.” She nodded to my chest, to the claw marks that still burned. “Those will heal instantly. No infection. No scars.”
I clutched a hand against my chest, stepping backward. She was serious. My twin wanted to take my heart. “I don’t… what do you mean that someonegaveme a mortal heart?”
“I mean, you were shackled from accessing your truth. You were given something mortal in hopes that humanity would bleed into the fabric of your soul. They wanted you tamed. Who do you think would have done such a thing?” Vittoria leaned against the bars again, the magic sizzling against her skin. She didn’t seem to notice any pain. Or care if she did. “You know. Suspect. And yet you still don’t want to accept what they did to us. Whatshedid. They took our power because that’s how much they feared us. Feared the vengeance we’d reap.”
“No.” I shook my head, the denial sitting uncomfortably. Because I knew I was lying to myself. I knew my sister was telling the truth. And yet I couldn’t—wouldn’t—allow myself to admit it. Out loud or even silently. “Nonna wouldn’t. She couldn’t have done that. Why would she?”
“It’s a spell-lock. Meant to bind. Cast by the darkest sort of magic. Human sacrifice.”
“Nonna hates dark magic. Almost as much as the Wicked.” I glanced to Envy, who was uncharacteristically quiet. Sadness. That’s what flashed in his eyes before he looked away. He believed it to be true. Bile seared up the back of my throat; I felt close to retching. “She would never kill a human. We weren’t even allowed to use bones or dark spells.”
Because we probably would have discovered the truth much faster, a little voice whispered in the back of my mind. Vittoria didn’t say another word, instead granting me the space to come to terms with how much our grandmother kept from us.
My stolen mortal heart broke. Knowing it had come from a human… part of me wanted to have my twin rip it from me at once.
“Don’t.” Envy was suddenly in front of me, shaking his head. “Don’t even consider it. You’re not ready. Trust me.”
“Why?”
He looked like he didn’t wish to answer, probably because he wasn’t used to sharing information so freely, but he relented. “There’s a small chance you may not survive the transformation.”
“You just said immortality always wins.”
“I say a lot of things Ibelieveto be true. That doesn’t make it fact.”
“And yet here I stand,” Vittoria interjected, “fully restored.”
“You rule over death,” he snapped. “Of course you’d survive.”
I held Envy’s stare. Six months ago, if someone told me I’d be considering taking the word of a prince of Hell over that of my twin, I would have thought them mad. I thought of Wrath’s conviction about his brother—how he was no murderer. If my husband trusted him, then so would I.
Plus, I wasn’t sure whathemeant by my not being “ready,” but I knewIcertainly wasn’t ready to make that decision. Spell-lock or not, I liked my heart where it was.
“If my heart is the only thing standing in your way,” I asked Vittoria, “why not just take it?”
