KALEL
I stood at the edge of the clearing watching the air shimmer and twist as the portal to Winter Court stabilized. Iowyn had created it three days ago—a "necessity" he'd called it, which was fairy-speak for "I want easier access to my mate." Before that, the only way into Winter Court had been through some ancient fairy ring deep in the woods, where any non-fae who stumbled in got killed on sight. Cheery bunch, those Winter fairies.
The portal rippled like heat waves over asphalt, and then they stepped through—Iowyn, perfect and cold as always, and Savannah, looking exhausted but somehow more... settled than I'd ever seen her.
"Blackwood," Iowyn acknowledged with that slight tilt of his head that passed for a greeting from the Winter Prince.
"Ice Boy," I returned, because I knew it
