Wildfire (Hidden Legacy, #3)

by Ilona Andrews

“What about you, Rogan? Are you afraid of sleeping with an abomination?” He smiled, his blue eyes light, raised his hand, and brushed a loose strand of blond hair from my cheek. “When we were at the lodge, and you were dancing in the snow, I kept wondering why it wasn’t melting. You’re like spring, Nevada. My spring.”