This is—hands-down—one of them. Ice makes me swoon! 🥵

People ask me all the time: “Which ones out of all the books you’ve written are your favorites?” This is—hands-down—one of them. Ice makes me swoon! 🥵

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As Tynan and I are stashing the Doomsday Brethren’s weapons, the first rumblings of war shake the estate. The ceiling above thunders.

We’re definitely under attack.

Then I hear a woman scream. My blood runs cold.

Sabelle!

In a choice between preserving the hardware and saving magickind’s princess? That’s no choice at all.

After tossing aside the last few weapons, I quickly conjure thigh-deep water and douse most of our cache so they’re useless to Mathias or the raiding Anarki. Then I whirl, braced for incoming danger as I charge up the stairs.

Smoky chaos confronts me. The ceiling’s crumbling plaster rains down. But other than thick, choking haze, the corridor is empty. 

“Sabelle!” I shout over and over as I stalk to Bram’s office, the library, the dining room. Broken glass crunches under my boots. All empty.

Duke stumbles toward me from the front door, a fresh gash in his forehead dripping blood down his face. “Protections are compromised. We have minutes at most to evacuate. Find Sabelle. Get her and the book away from here. Take Lucan with you.”

I hate that plan, but there’s no time to argue. MacTavish will slow us down. Put us in more danger. But my annoyance at dragging him along is nothing compared to my concern. Though I’ll never hold Sabelle, she’s…everything. For the nearly two hundred fifty years of my existence, a wizard’s urge to mate has been a head-scratching mystery. After one look at her, I comprehend perfectly.

If she becomes Lucan’s next mate, I will endure it because he’ll treat her well. But I will sacrifice every drop of blood in my body before I lose her to that monster, Mathias.

“Have you seen her?” I’ve screamed my throat raw searching.

“Sorry…” Duke sends me an apologetic grimace before he runs toward the back of the house.

Since I can’t give up, I press on. “Sabelle!”