The King of Frost and Shadows (Fated to Darkness, #1)

by Jen L. Grey

Unless a fae was an experienced healer, we only shared magic if we found our mate.

Gray eyes the color of storm clouds met mine, causing my heart to quicken. They were so familiar, yet I couldn’t place them. Still, they spoke to something deep inside me.

Sexy Man chuckled darkly. “The one I’ve been searching for almost half my life.”

“My name’s Lira.” I motioned to my sister. “This is Eiric.” “Lovely names. They sound as if they’re from another world.” He bowed faintly. “I’m Tavish.”

“I can stay with her.” Tavish smiled, becoming more breathtaking. “No one else will talk to her or touch her while you’re gone.”

“Don’t worry, sprite. You’ll remember soon.” I had no idea why he kept calling me by the name of a soda, but dammit, I wouldn’t remember anything after we hit the ground.

And as if that wasn’t bad enough, everywhere that my body pressed against his buzzed, feeling way too nice and chasing the cold away, his presence comforting me.

Placing a hand on either side of me so that I was trapped between his arms, he lowered his face to mine, our foreheads touching. He then whispered, “There would be no forcing about it.”

“Already desperate to kiss me, sprite?” He smirked and lowered his head closer.

“You won’t be with Finnian or anyone else,” he growled. “I couldn’t handle it, sprite. We have enough stacked against us—don’t make things harder than they need to be.” His face softened, and he released his hold, his hand running down my arm. “Please.”

Something was wrong, so I didn’t ask for permission. I opened the door, and my world fell apart.

“King Tavish,” she rasped, raising her hands. “What are you doing?” “Protecting what’s left of my heart.” My chest heaved, and my vision turned red. “I won’t let anyone hurt Lira again.”