Frost Kisses (Bitter Frost #4: Frost Series) Read Online Free

to let him touch me again. He had imprisoned me in his dungeon and tried to convince me to become his lover, his mistress, his concubine, so that I could bear him children powerful enough to take over Feyland: part pixie, part fairy, part human. All the powers of the supernatural, combined with the ability to control love. I still had nightmares about him, sometimes – his yellowish-green eyes and white-blonde long hair, his caress. I still remembered the terror that kept me awake and screaming those nights in the dungeon. I remembered the relief, palpable enough for me to taste it, which rose up in my throat when we had at last escaped. And here I was again, in his hands. Here for him to capture, to control, once more. If being trapped alone in this tomb was terrifying, then this was even worse. I would have rather been left to my fate than suffer this.
     
    “Hello, Breena,” Delano’s voice was low and cool. “Or, as I am delighted to now say, Queen Breena.” He gave a deep bow that belied his intentions.
     
    “What are you doing here?” I pounded on the invisible glass angrily. “What am I doing here?” My mouth struggled to form words. “Where am I? This isn’t the Summer Court, is it?”
     
    “No,” said Delano. “Glad to see that you’ve got your powers of observation with you, even after all that time out of consciousness. Looks like you’re recovering nicely.” He gave a little laugh and waved his hand. “For a while, though, we – that is to say – I had my doubts about you. Wasn’t sure that you’d come through, given the severity of… what happened.”
     
    “This is a tomb!” I cried. “You left me for dead!”
     
    “Not quite,” said Delano, rapping playfully at the invisible glass. If it hadn’t been there, I would have bit his knuckles off. “I believe everybody at the Fairy Court left you for dead. See, Breena, they left you these lovely flowers. Even the Winter Court, despite your treachery. You were dead as any mortal could hope to be, Breena.”
     
    “What are you talking about?” I could feel my voice shake.
     
    “You died, my dear Queen,” said Delano lightly. “Right in your own Grand Hall, in front of so many witness of Winter and Summer alike. All fairy knights saw Queen Breena of Summer die by the hands of that Winter Prince – the broken-hearted Kian, the scorned lover who could not handle love.”
     
    Kian! My memories came rushing back to me in a flash, and I felt that same agony in my stomach – that same pain in my heart as he drove the dagger through…
     
    “Your death, Breena – the death of the Summer Queen, not to mention her betrayal in the Grand Hall, was enough to break the peace treaty. It is null and void; there is war raging once more between your land and the land of your lover. If you can call him your lover. After all, there is war between you. He killed you. Perhaps that was enough to set you free of that dangerous thing called love. You are a fairy, after all. You let love get the better of you!”
     
    My heart sank. I had given up everything – my love for Kian, my autonomy, my whole life- in order to broker peace between the Summer and Winter kingdoms. I had gone from a girl who had never heard of fairies to a Queen dedicated to protecting her people – and the people of the man she loved – at all costs. And now my efforts had failed. The peace I had worked so hard to create was ruined, destroyed, broken. And I had lost Kian, too. Kian! My heart once again cried out for him – I felt once again the pain shuddering through me. He thought that I had betrayed him, that it had all been a trap. How could I explain to him that my lust for Logan which led to the engagement had been brought on by a spell – a spell so terrible it made me sick to my stomach? For Logan and I had been drugged by the evil Wort to believe that we loved each other – the drug had made me lose my mind, forget my senses; forget even my love for Kian. And I