18
ARIELLA
We moved inside, shutting the glass doors to the balcony, and settled ourselves on the floor in front of the unlit fireplace. Brayden called upon his magic, and in an instant the flames leapt out of his hand and into the hearth. I never understood how someone from the Winter Court could have fire magic.
“You know, it’s strange that a Winter Fae can wield fire. In a way, it makes no sense,” I said, mesmerized by the flames warming the room. “One would think you’d melt.” I snickered and I could feel Brayden shaking his head behind me.
“That might be why not that many Winter Fae have the ability for fire,” he responded. “As far as I know my father and I are the only ones. So I guess it doesn’t make sense.”
Brayden grabbed a blanket off the chair behind him and wrapped it aroun
