SAVANNAH
Sunlight spilled through the library window, casting Iowyn in ethereal light that made his silver hair shimmer like frost. One moment we'd been discussing what it means to be a Luna—the next, his cool lips pressed against mine, his hand cupping my face with surprising gentleness.
I froze, caught off guard. My back pressed against the bookshelf, hands resting uncertainly against his chest. His body was leaner than the twins', cooler to the touch, but no less powerful. Magic hummed beneath his skin, resonating with something wild inside me.
Yes, Luna purred in my mind. The winter prince claims us.
I had no idea how to respond. A week ago, I'd never been kissed. Now I had three supernatural mates and zero frame of reference for handling any of this. My total relationship experien
