Training with Emiliano started at the crack of dawn, and the biting wind tore through the thin clothes I had on with ease. I clenched the sleeves of my long-sleeved shirt and grit my teeth against the cold that numbed my toes. I wondered if, being Fae, I was somehow immune to frostbite, but the sharp, wet bite of the snow on my skin told me otherwise.
Emiliano had suggested we train out here. In fact, it had been his idea to steal my coat and winter gear, claiming I needed a push to tap into my abilities. Years of suppressing what I was had left me as clueless as a Fae child about magic, but I was now facing a world where six High Lords and their armies might all have a claim on me.
Unfazed by whatever happened between Leonardo and me the previous night, Emiliano hadn't blinked when Leon
