I carried Savannah through the Winter Court portal, her body limp and cold in my arms. The frost cocoon I'd formed around her was already weakening, unable to fully contain the chaos of energies surging beneath her skin. Dark veins spread across her face like cracks in porcelain, and blood trickled from her nose and ears.
Seven thousand years of existence and still, the fear I felt was raw, primal—a feeling I hadn't experienced in millennia. The perfect control I prided myself on wavered as frost patterns spiraled chaotically from my feet, my power responding to emotions I couldn't fully suppress.
"Prince Iowyn!" Eventide appeared at the end of the crystal corridor, her silver eyes widening at the sight of Savannah in my arms. Unlike most of Winter Court, Eventide didn't waste time on fo
