Savannah
The Winter Court Council meeting dragged on for what felt like eternity—a bunch of ice-perfect fae discussing border security and void-corruption like they were talking about the weather. I sat between Iowyn and Lysander, hyperaware of both of them—frost patterns swirling from Iowyn's fingers when he made a point, golden light pulsing around Lysander when someone challenged his assessment of the Shadow Queen's condition.
And me? I was just trying not to think about how surreal my life had become.
Three months ago, I was a virgin who'd never been kissed. Now I had four lovers—two werewolf twins, a Winter Prince, and a previously celibate Summer Court emissary who'd spent 553 years not touching anyone. From zero to supernatural player in record time. I was a special kind of ho, a
