Fated to the Frost King (Frostbound Court Book 1) by Robin D. Mahle & Elle Madison

Author:Robin D. Mahle & Elle Madison [Mahle, Robin D. & Madison, Elle]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Whiskey and Willow Publishing
Published: 2025-06-26T00:00:00+00:00

The battlefield was endless. Wolves and panthers attacked from the ground while winged fae shot through the air. One by one, they froze and shattered.

But more always took their place.

Blood soaked the earth, shredded bodies littering the snow. Some of the corpses wore the uniform of the Winter guard, but there were others. Tattered remnants of pale blue dresses on forms too small to be soldiers.

Morta Mea.

Another shiver racked my body. The Unseelie pressed in until they were all I could see, enormous black wings towering over my small form. They were coming.

They were coming for me.

Wind howled somewhere far away, and with it a wolf that sounded both forlorn and familiar. The sound was eclipsed by a patient voice. Too calm. Too rational for the pain that accompanied each bland assurance that this would be the last test. The last lash.

Everly.

That voice was neither patient, nor calm. It was unrelenting authority, tinged with the barest edge of…concern? Urgency? Frustration?

I couldn’t place it when it was still so far away, eclipsed by the screams echoing in my mind. My mother’s voice morphed into one that was pitched just a bit higher, a female with more panic than rage.

A desperate shriek sounded, growing more and more pitiful like the wailing of an anxious baby skathryn.

Then blood in the snow. Talons digging into pale, pale skin. A crimson crown buried under a mountain of frost, of grief.

Warmth seeped across my skin, searing into my bones. I nestled into it, trying to thaw the serrated shards of ice that splintered through my skin, lodging all the way into my bones.

For shard’s sake, Morta Mea, wake up.

That voice. I despised it, yet I clung to it like a lifeline sent to haul me from the endless chasm of darkness and despair. I sucked in a desperate breath, wrenching my eyelids open.

The room was dark, only the wan light of the fire flickering across the low ceilings. The storm raged outside, enough to tell me that I should have been far colder than I was, except…

Except that I was cocooned in warmth, pressed against a solid wall of unrelenting heat. Draven.

His muscular arm was wrapped around me, his breath searing against my neck with each measured movement of his broad, bare chest. I tried to match his even breathing, to focus on anything but the inexplicable way he was using his body to warm mine.

Just like he had used his voice to chase away the monsters in my mind.

Why would he do that for me? Because I was interrupting his sleep?

When I had myself under some semblance of control, I eased out of his hold. He snatched his arm back like it was on fire, like he hadn’t realized it was around me at all.

I couldn't make myself face him.

I stared at Batty, who was staring back at me in concern, her dark, wide eyes reflecting the flickering firelight. I gently patted her head with my finger, trying to assure her without words that I was all right.

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