Frost (Frost and Nectar, #1)

by C.N. Crawford

And that was when I stopped believing in love entirely.

And there it was—the moment I decided I would never love again. Fairy tales? They weren’t real.

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. This was my curse.

My love—my touch—is death.

“But that’s what we’re like. The fae. We are creatures of the earth and mists. We are warriors. And when we are at our best, we transcend our bodies and commune with the gods. When was the last time you really felt alive, Ava?”

I felt frozen for a moment, my mind still whirling with the image the host had painted. Of course, for that one snapshot in time, it was a completely accurate image, broadcast out to the entire world. But one night wasn’t all of me.

I’d known what this was. He never wanted to marry. Didn’t want to fall in love or have children. And neither had I, because I was done with love. But it felt as if my heart was breaking anyway.