A cold breeze caresses my skin. A breeze far too cold for the Summer Realm. Kairyn and I both turn to the open sea. Waves freeze into floats of ice before cracking again. But there’s someone leaping from ice floe to ice floe. Even from this distance, I can see the wrath held in his body, the piercing blue gaze. “I would run if I were you,” I say to Kairyn. The High Prince of Winter is here.
