A Kingdom of Frost and Malice (The Winter Court #1)

by Ashley McLeo

He was tall, taller even than Roar with long, black hair he wore pulled back to reveal that the undercut of his long locks was actually shaved. His face was tanned, hinting that he spent time outside, and he wore a jacket and tunic opened just enough at the chest so that tendrils of tattoos peeked out and waved up to graze his thick neck. His midnight black wings only made him look striking, as did the way he studied me, almost like a predator. My heart skipped a beat at his intensity.

watching me, he had softened, and the effect was . . . slightly devastating. I found myself unable to move, to do anything but stare at the Warrior Bear.

I hadn’t been here long, but it became plain to me that the highest-ranking fae played a different sort of game, the game of houses. And they played for only one prize: power.

I opened my mouth to argue when Prince Vale did the unthinkable: he punched his brother in the face.

Prince Vale took my chin in his hand and turned my face so that we stared at one another. I started, but he shook his head, “Don’t look at them. Just look at me. Only at me.”