“Can we please go?” Thador shouted from the sleigh door to the two of them. “It’s colder than a witch’s tit out here.” Rua bared her teeth at the giant fae. “What?” Thador shrugged, waving his hand at her. “As you said, you are not a witch.” Rua felt the buzz of her red magic, a happy hum that vibrated down her fingertips and out of her eyes. She lifted her free hand toward the sleigh door, and it shut with a smack, knocking the guard back inside. Renwick let out a chuckle. “Careful,” he warned. “You keep beating him up and he might fall in love with you.”
