WRATH

I was Beast's brother. The most vicious of the Sins. The most vengeful.

I was Wrath.

My name was the sound of a thunderclap. Of a sharp crack in dry earth, of an explosion.

Blood was destined to fall around me. It was the colour of my eyes and my soul—and I would spare no one.

Not even my sweet, innocent mate.

PATIENCE

Patience. The soft parting of the lips around the 'p' and the gentle syllable of the 'sh.' My name stood for ease. For care and for mercy.

Once upon a time, in a dark corner of hell, every Virtue was allocated a mate. A Sin.

And every Virtue had something to offer their Sin.

Balance. Faith. Love.

I had nothing. Wrath tore through the shackles of my restraint. I was supposed to be patient but I struggled around him.

This isn't a love story. Because if Wrath and I ever fall—we'll fall in hate.

Not in love. Never in love.

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Their book is up on my profile now!

Love,
Laila