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“Want to try a cookie?” he asks.
I glance at them and my mouth waters. “If those are chocolate chips.”
He laughs, and the sound is so low and erotic that it makes my nipples harden. Selecting one of the cookies, he lifts it to my lips. “Please, allow me.”
This is insane, but I lean forward and start eating. The cookie is good. The look in his eyes as he watches me eat is even better. And when my lips brush his fingers, his eyes flutter closed, and a small sound escapes his lips.
Who knew eating was hot. I didn’t until now.
“Another tart?” he asks, sounding breathless, lifting one that looks to be covered in cherries.
I comply, and this time I don’t just brush my lips against his fingers, I let my tongue dart out and touch them. His incredibly pale eyes widen, and his desire is impossible to ignore. Hell, myowndesire is impossible to ignore. It pulses through me, making my head light, and my body ache.
“Maybe we should go back to reading,” I say.
He looks away, taking a deep breath that shakes his whole frame. “Do you read a lot?” His words are calm and cool again, but I can sense the tension in his body.
“I loved reading… when I had access to books.”
“You don’t have access now?” He asks, eyebrows raised in surprise.
“No,” my voice comes out soft as the memories resurface. “When my grandmother was Sulien’s tutor, I had access to all the books in the royal library.”
He frowns. “What happened?”
I shrug, even though the memories are heavy with emotions. “My grandmother went blind, so she was fired, and I didn’t have access to the royal library any longer. Grandmother had a few books in her own collection, but–” I shrug again. “I’ve missed really diving into a story since then.”
His hand settles softly on my knee, and our eyes meet. “I’m so sorry that happened to you. When you’re my queen, you will be able to read any book in the kingdom. Hell, I’ll have royal authors ready to write books for you.”
“Do you have a decent library?” I ask, feeling flustered.
“More than decent.”
“And your royal authors are good?”
“The best,” he says, his chest puffing out just a little.
“Then, that would be lovely.”IfI marry him. A notion that’s sounding better and better by the moment.
“You’ll love my home.” He sounds proud. “It’s beautiful in a way that’s very different from the Summer Court.”
I always just imagined a cold land covered in ice and snow, but maybe I’m wrong. I’ve never actually asked a Winter Fae what their home was like. Now, I’m curious though.
“What’s the Winter Court like?” I ask, glad for a change in topic.
He smiles, and he doesn’t look nearly as harsh and cold as he does so. “Let me show you.”
The land around us transforms into a wintry scene. The flowers are gone, and the rolling hills are covered in layers of snow. The sky overhead is filled with clouds, but the sky feels brighter than any sky I’ve seen before.
Prince Zane stands and takes my hand, pulling me up along with him. “It’s the most beautiful of all the courts, in my opinion at least.”
We walk together, hand-in-hand, climbing a hill covered in the snow. Neither of us are dressed for the weather, and yet, neither of us seems to feel the cold. When we reach the peak of the hill, I gasp. Up ahead is a castle that looks to be made of glass, and to one side is a village that spreads out as far as I can see. All the buildings in the village are white and shades of blue, other than the strange wreaths that rest on the doors, bringing pops of color to the idealistic village.
We keep moving, and we’re suddenly at the castle. I don’t know if it’s made of glass or ice, but it shimmers in the sun, and it’s the most beautiful castle I’ve ever seen. It’s sleek and tall with towers that seem to stretch up to the sky. The whole place is beautiful and mysterious, reflecting back the world around it from its glass-like walls.
“Is it cold in there?” I ask. “It looks cold.”
He wraps his arms around me and pulls me against his cold body. “You get used to it.”
