14
ARIELLA
When we arrived in the Winter Court, I was expecting to feel the bite of the cold breeze against my skin, but it never came. I bent down to grab a handful of snow, and smiled when it didn’t freeze my fingers or turn them blue. No wonder the Winter Fae could walk around in just their bare skin. I gazed around in awe at the white covered terrain and the gray clouds above dropping thousands of giant-sized snowflakes. I caught one in my hand, expecting it to melt, but it sat there, whole and still together.
“This is fascinating,” I breathed, filling my lungs with everything Winter. “It feels like …”
“Home?” Brayden finished, sidling up beside me.
I looked over at him. “Yes, it does. It feels like I’ve always belonged to the Winter.”
His brown eyes softened as he moved closer.
