Until Death

I’ll admit, I went into *Until Death* expecting another ‘enemies-to-lovers’ fantasy trope-fest—but Wilde flips the script by making the ‘enemies’ part *painfully* real. These two don’t just bicker; they *hurt* each other, and the audiobook forces you to sit with every barb. Hannah Martin’s performance is particularly devastating—there’s a scene midway where her voice drops to a whisper, and I actually had to pause because it felt like eavesdropping on something too private. Benjamin Crow matches her beat for beat, his tone dripping with the kind of arrogance that makes you want to slap him (and then kiss him, because of course). That said, the pacing isn’t perfect. The first act drags slightly as the worldbuilding competes with the emotional stakes, and there’s a subplot involving a secondary character that feels undercooked. But when the story locks into its groove—especially in the final two hours—it’s *relentless*. The magic system is refreshingly tied to emotion (literally; spells feed on regret and longing), which makes the climax hit like a gut-punch. My only real critique? The ending wraps up a touch too neatly for a story this messy. But maybe that’s the point: even in a world where magic can mend broken hearts, some wounds stay open. If you love romance that *earns* its happy ending—or at least makes you bleed for it—this is your audiobook.