Bite of Winter (Fae's Captive, #3)

by Lily Archer

“You are far more remarkable than you give yourself credit for. Beautiful, strong, intelligent, an alchemist, no less. You are a queen. I knew it from the moment I saw you. I felt it.”

“Hi.” I stuff my hands into my dress pockets. “I love it when dresses have pockets, don’t you?” “What imbecile would make a dress without pockets?” She raises one eyebrow.

“Weights. You know, get pumped.” I try to make a muscle with my bicep. “I’ve been offering to pump you for weeks.”

A howl pierces the night air, and an electric tingle runs up my spine. “What was that?”

“I feel it, too.”