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There was… ice.
Just ice.
Everywhere.
I seemed to be in some kind of box made of ice.
My hands lifted to the smooth, hard wall in front of me, and I pressed them against it as I fought my panic.
How was I supposed to get out?
With another look around, I determined that there was no sign of the male fae who captured me.
That wasn’t good.
Had he left me for dead in the ice box?
I pushed against the walls, hoping to find the glass thin and easy to shatter. But when I poked, prodded, and smashed it, nothing happened.
I let out a huff as I began running my fingers over the walls and ceiling, trying to find a door of some kind to let me out.
I didn’t find anything, though. There was no way out.
My breathing picked up at the thought of being trapped again.
Had I escaped one prison just to be thrown in another?
A moment before my fear turned into panic, the roof of the ice box slid away. The fae from before scowled down at me, then grabbed me by the arms and lifted me out.
He set me down and stepped away, but the weakness in my body had my knees knocking together. My legs gave out, and I stumbled.
Massive hands landed on my waist, catching me before I could fall on my face. My cheeks burned with embarrassment—and then my stomach growled.
Hunger wasn’t the most present emotion, though, surprisingly enough.
Something about having his hands on my hips made me feel… calm. Settled, too.
A long moment passed before the fae finally peeled his hands off me and stepped away. Without glancing in my direction, he tossed a huge berry at me.
By some miracle, I caught it without falling again.
My eyes followed him as he walked across a patch of the woods, right over to a pair of jungle cats.
When he sat next to the bigger one and scratched the hair behind its ears, my eyes widened. It started to purr, and they widened even more.
“You’re not human at all,” the man said, his expression twisted in irritation again.
I looked down at myself.
I mean… I thought I was? Minus the magic and all.
“You have a bonded beast.” He gestured toward the second big cat.
I blinked. “That’s not mine.”
“Don’t call herthat,” the man said harshly.
“I’m not a fae. My parents were humans, and I’m pretty sure that makes me human too. I don’t know anything abouther.” I gestured toward the creature. “We call them jungle cats.”
