“Fae of fire,” Nuri hissed from under that hood, and Sorin’s eyes snapped to that figure pinned to the floor. Her voice was unearthly, not mortal in the slightest. Scarlett pushed on that dagger again, and the tang of Nuri’s blood filled his nose, her scent clinging to his nostrils. Moonlight and blood and snow. His eyes widened as more pieces clicked into place.
