We barely made it to the far side of the stables before I snapped patience shredded like paper in the wind. Isolde's fingers tangled in my hair, her mouth crushed against mine, frantic and unforgiving.
She tasted like jealousy and desperation and something worse something I'd grown to crave like breath.
The smell of hay, the soft thud of hooves, the chatter of distant voices all of it dissolved into nothing. There was only her: unhinged, stunning, mine.
I shoved her back against the wall, the boards groaning in protest. Her skirts gathered in my fists as I kissed her like I meant to unravel every lie she wore.
She met me with teeth and tongue and those strangled noises she always tried and failed to hide. For once, the Ice Princess burned. She burned like she'd been waiting too long to feel anything.