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.

The last fae who could heal injuries through touch had lived thousands of years ago, and there hadn’t been one since.

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.”

“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.”

“If we die now, I swear I’ll find a way to bring you back just so I can kill you with my bare hands, night fiend.” The insult rolled off my tongue, though I didn’t remember hearing it before. Lorne laughed, startling me. The material of my shirt was still wrapped around my hands, which was the only reason I didn’t slip off the bar. “I never would’ve thought I’d be so happy to see your wings and memories coming back, but I won’t lie. I’m relieved.”

Dragons. For a moment, the image of a blond-haired man with eyes the color of embers flashed through my brain before disappearing, but the feeling of dread and obligation lingered.