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." The world slows. Did he just say he's obsessed with me? I wrote my feelings off as fascination, but obsession…?

"Your sister was never supposed to be here. You were. I have only studied a little bit about Featherblade and val-tivars, and inherent magic, but you are defying every single rule. There is nothing about you that is standard or normal. You were meant to be where all of these powers could evolve and thrive."

"Fuck me?" He takes a step toward me, eyes flaring. "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."

She's a fighter. I watch her because she's fucking beautiful. I follow her because if anyone harms her I will burn them alive, for as long as I can. I need her… period. Odin's raven, this is intolerable.