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“They say grief passes. They say the pain gets less.
Well, I don’t want it to go. I don’t want it to stop hurting.
The pain helps me function and get through the day. And it helps me focus on one thing: revenge.
“The Morrigan needs to die, no question about that. But first, Wyn and her Guardians need to find her.
While the Realm prepares for war, allies arrive from unexpected places. But there are enemies hiding in plain sight that could stop the war before it’s even begun.
Can Wyn destroy the Morrigan without sacrificing the lives of her loved ones?
Open again Biera is now able to save her from the destruction her magic has caused. Unfortunately the effort of saving everyone in that wing of the palace has left Biera with no reserves. She needs Wyn to rule.
There’s another problem too, Crispin her healer guardian is angry. While she reunites with Frost, Arc and Storm, Crispin stays away. She also begins her rule.
This is a favorite scene.
“You shouldn’t be here,” his quiet voice says from the shadows. I find Crispin lying on a bench in the centre of the garden, looking up at the night sky.
“Stop moping and talk to me.”
I’m rougher than I intended to be, but I’m done with him evading me. Now that I know that he isn’t actually angry at me, I’m more confident in stopping him from pushing me away.
“You didn’t read it yet, did you.” His voice is so full of loneliness and resignation that I can’t help but bend down and kiss him. He doesn’t respond though; his lips aren’t moving like mine are.
Damn that man. Why can’t he just believe that I love him no matter what he did in the past?
I stand up and put my hands on my hips, looking at him angrily.
“Listen to me. I read it. Yes, it was painful to read. Yes, I felt sorry for you. Yes, I still feel guilty for making you write this. But you know what? It didn’t change anything about what you are to me. What I feel for you. Nothing can change that, and you know why? Because you’re in here.” I point at my chest, right where my heart is pounding hard. “And I’m in there.” I touch his chest, feeling his own heartbeat. It’s faster than mine.
“Now stop being like that and come back to me. I need you. No matter what you tell yourself, you’re mine, and you always will be.” I smile to soften my words a little. “You’re my Crispy.”
He chuckles bitterly. “I don’t understand you. How can you say things like that after reading what I did? About what she did to me? I’m tainted, Wyn, and I’ll never be whole. I’m not like the others. They can give themselves to you with all their heart, but I don’t have much of my heart left. She took it from me, she made me erase my humanity. And I know that I could become like that again, if she was to capture me. I’d do the same things again. I’d kill. I’d torture. I’d climb into her bed if she commanded me to. Can you really love someone like that? A monster?”
He’s sat up while he was speaking and tears are shining in his eyes, reflecting the moonlight.
I go on my knees and take his hands in mine, squeezing them hard. “You’re not a monster. And that bitch is never going to get her hands on you again. I’ll kill her before she even gets close to you. You’re free of her, Crispin. You’re no longer alone. You have me, and the guys. You don’t have to fight your demons alone.”
He looks down at me and a tear slides down his cheek.
“Even if the demons are real?”
I smile and squeeze his hands again. “Even then. Especially then. Real demons can be killed. We’ll deal with her and then you’ll be free.”
Finally, he gives me a tiny smile and wipes away his tears.
“You really are a Princess, Wyn. No, you’re a Queen.”
MacKinnon, Skye. Winter Queen (Daughter of Winter Book 3) (pp. 96-98). Peryton Press. Kindle Edition.
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So much happens in this book, there is pain, tears, battle plans, laughter and sizzling heat.
I can’t wait read the next book in this series.
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Skye MacKinnon is a USA Today & International Bestselling Author whose books are filled with strong heroines who don’t have to choose.
She embraces her Scottishness with fantastical Scottish settings and a dash of mythology, no matter if she’s writing about Celtic gods, cat shifters, or the streets of Edinburgh.
When she’s not typing away at her favourite cafe, Skye loves dried mango, as much exotic tea as she can squeeze into her cupboards, and being covered in pet hair by her two bunnies, Emma and Darwin.