Deep Kiss of Winter (Tempt Me Eternally) by Gena Showalter

Author:Gena Showalter [Showalter, Gena]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2011-10-23T12:16:33+00:00

Yet even that horrific fate wasn’t enough to keep him moving.

No, it wasn’t until he thought about never seeing Daniela again that he gritted his teeth and pushed on.

Envisioning her elven face kept him going—

Were there lights ahead in the distance? Imagining it? Struggling to make out the hazy sight, he pulled aside his face guard, taking off a frozen layer of skin with it. He staggered, feeling like acid had just doused his face.

Ignore the pain. How far was it to those lights? He teleported forward, but got no closer, forced back by some kind of invisible barrier. He tried once more. Nothing. He fought to get there, grappling to reach the lights, to reach her.

Toiling . . . over and over.

Ultimately, his strength ebbed to nothing, and he collapsed to his knees in the snow. A vicious gust roared over him, laying him out.

With his last ounce of will, he stretched a hand forward.

“Daniela . . . ”

THIRTY-NINE

DANII SAT ON HER THRONE, THINKING ABOUT WITCHES—and abdication.

I could meet with Mariketa the Awaited, bring her a bucketful of softball-size diamonds, and ask her to put me on her list.

Even if Murdoch wasn’t keen on waiting fifty years, reserving a spot couldn’t hurt.

And Danii could return to Val Hall, now that she could live in New Orleans safe from assassins. She’d add some serious tonnage to her A/C and really get some cold cranking.

Maybe she could be happy there. It would be even harder staying in Louisiana so fresh from the cold.

But fall had arrived there, at least.

Was she an idiot even to contemplate relinquishing her throne— and her new life, tucked away amid the freezing security of Icergard? Could she truly leave behind an ice world where she lived among her own kind, to seek a vampire she could never touch?

Over and over, Danii recalled the look in his eyes when he’d yelled for her to come back that night.

Yes. She would try once more to convince him that they could—

“My queen,” one of her ladies-in-waiting said as she hastened into the throne room. “Come quickly.

There’s a stranger in Icergard. He crossed the White Death. . . .”

When Murdoch woke, he lay in a bed in a bizarre room of ice. Though it was lighter and quieter here out of the wind, the temperature wasn’t warmer.

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