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

by Eliza Raine

"You could be, though. I see it in you. You're capable of so much. You act all naïve and sheltered, but you're too tenacious, too smart for it to be true. You're a liar, princess. An actress."

"It's not just the others here you're different to. You're nothing like anyone I've ever known." "Because I'm soft and slow?" I hiss. "Because you are untested. You don't know what you are capable of, where your limits are."

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.