Frost (Frost and Nectar, #1)

by C.N. Crawford

I was cursed, and I had been my whole life. If I ever fell in love with my bride, she would die. And it would be my own touch that would kill her—freezing her to the marrow like the bleak landscape around us.

“Well, that’s good, darling, because as I said, I’m looking for someone I can’t love, and so far, you are the perfect match.” That’s right, Torin. I’m not super lovable. His words stung a bit after Andrew’s rejection, and without entirely realizing, it, I found myself flipping my middle finger at him. He glanced down at it, looking baffled.

Come away, O human child! To the waters and the wild With a faery, hand in hand, For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand.