The Thief and the Throne (Carnival of Fae Book 2)

by Helena Rookwood

His lips quirked up. “My lady?” He gestured for her to take a seat. Reluctantly, Lira perched on the edge of the wooden sled, facing the dragons. Davorin dropped down beside her. “Vedette told me they come closer when the storms die down.” He indicated the dragons. “And if we’re going to have a difficult conversation anywhere, it might as well be with a view like this.” Lira pulled the wooden cups from her pockets, wedging them into the snow at her feet before pouring out the steaming chocolate. Davorin frowned, his gaze following her movements. “If we’re going to have a difficult conversation,” she said lightly, “it might as well be with a cup of hot chocolate.”