BOOK 2 in the White Fire Series:
Fire trumps ice, or so it seems when the Fire King becomes victorious in his plan to help the Slynathis Rebels kill the Ice King. With a new King on the throne, anything is possible.
Anya, Prince Sebastian and Luca a...
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I stood in the cold, wet basement below Wynn's house, listening to the sounds of water dripping from the leaky pipes lining the ceiling. Syn had disappeared behind a dark curtain, and I could hear her sliding something heavy against the stone floor.
The curtains moved, and Syn reappeared with a large, white ice box. "She said one should be enough. Help me carry it."
I nodded and went to her side, lifting the box up. We then took to the stairs, slowly climbing them until we reached the kitchen. Carefully sitting the box down, we opened the lid. Inside lay bags of frozen greens, corn, peppers, peas, apples, bananas, pears, and meats. My stomach growled just looking at it.
I turned to look for the Prince, but he wasn't sitting in his usual spot. Frowning, I took to the living room only to find the front door cracked open. I walked toward the door, opening it a fraction and peeking outside.
Prince and Wynn stood together, talking quietly, as if they didn't want to be heard. The Prince was very close...too close for a royal and a common women to be casually talking. No, whatever they discussed was personal. My cheeks burned.
Did he know her, somehow? Had she been one of the many to share his bed when he traveled North? Whatever the case was, I dumbfounded.
No, I told myself. You don't get to think the worse possible scenario is happening! Ask him about it tonight. Leave it alone until then.
"I need your help." Syn's voiced pulled me out of my silent battle and I turned toward her with faked indifference.
"Sure." My voice was light as I rejoined her in the kitchen.
