Of Frost and Feather (Flame Cursed Fae, #2)

by Eliza Raine

"Stop pretending that you're not as obsessed with me as I am with you."

AAAAAAAAH

"Do you have any idea how much I want to find your limits?"

HOTTTTTTT

"Oh, princess, you keep standing there, wide-eyed and excited, sighing in pleasure like that, and I'll turn that 'fuck you' into a 'fuck me' the whole of Featherblade can hear."

Oh my god

I just met my val-tivar. Her name is Thyrvi, and so far, she is just as disappointed in me as everyone else.

Awwww angel no

"Undress for me."

OH MY GOD

"Good girl."

AAAAAAAH

"Are you going to store that memory, princess?"

OH MY GOD HE KNOWS AAAAAH

"You believe you were framed, and you don't know who by,"

I bet the person who framed him is also the person who let in the frost giants

"I think some are High Fae. The Vanir. The first race the gods ever created, and still the most powerful. They were given animal familiars to channel their magic and fight alongside them."

Okay so she's high fae GOT IT