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

by Eliza Raine

It's Erik's val-tivar. And I can see it.

WHAT THE FUCK

My skin flashes cold suddenly, and I gasp as a brand-new feeling floods my system. My mind fills with an image of the colossal white bear, and somehow she's smashing her way through the desolation as fiercely as she crashed into the Frost Giant. Strength. Strength is pouring through me, resolve and courage forcing out doubt and sadness. My val-tivar is an animal of strength. She is the power behind a berserker—the most fearsome warriors in all of Yggdrasil. Wasn't strength exactly what I've lacked my whole life? Exactly what I have strived for since coming to Featherblade?

Yesssss

"You just risked your life for me," Kain growls, low and dangerous. The wolf sparks back into existence, and I hiss a curse as his presence knocks my control, and my confidence, out. "Stop pretending that you're not as obsessed with me as I am with you." The world slows. Did he just say he's obsessed with me? I wrote my feelings off as fascination, but obsession…? "Tell

Ahhhhh