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

by Eliza Raine

Even though they're not blazing, and they're not filled with ash, his gaze still holds the power to mesmerize me.

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

His eyes are firing with sparks tonight; he's alive with energy. It's intoxicating. And dangerous.

He's not out of my system. Not even a little. If anything, he's more in my system than he's ever been.