Vale of Dreams (Fey Academy for Spies, #2)

by C.N. Crawford

In the frozen night, cold wrath climbs over my skin like hoarfrost, a rime that glazes my soul. Tonight, I find no solace in the dark. I wander silently among a garden of thorns. Let vengeance’s flame guide me through this desolate path…

He gently hooks a finger under my chin and lifts my face to look up at him. “When was the last time you were truly happy?”

He dips his head to my level. “Come on, then, I can’t have you causing a scene in the hall. I already know how tetchy you get. Even without a headache, you’re wound tighter than a drum, with no release in sight.”

“Anyway, not to worry. You might loathe me, but you are mine now, and if anyone tried to burn you at the stake, I’d make them wish they were never born.”

“Yes,” Jasper mutters, snapping his fingers vigorously. “Yes! With siren music in the background. The mist settles on the water like a thin, translucent blanket. Droplets of water trickle down your skin. The prince is enchanted by the artistry.” “In the winter, though?” Aisling blurts. Jasper blinks at her. “I’m sorry, who are you?” “It’s Aisling.” He nods. “Right. Shut the fuck up, Aisling.”