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“My prince.” I dipped my head from where I sat and averted my gaze. “Stand.” His single command fell with such authority that I knew he was used to being obeyed. I quickly slipped my legs over the bench to rise before him. For the briefest moment, his gaze drifted to my throat, to the area clouded in Vorl’s illusion affinity that hid my bruises. “Remove your scarf.” My heart lodged in my throat. “My prince?” His eyes hooded, and a wash of irritation radiated from him. “Remove. Your. Scarf.” A flurry of whispers erupted around the room, and with trembling fingers, I lifted my hands to the back of my neck and slowly undid my scarf that hid my unusual hair. When the scarf fell, my hair tumbled around my shoulders and down my back. The prince didn’t move. His gaze was unflinching as his attention traveled over my winged eyebrows, pointed ears, and then down the length of my hair. Every villager sat frozen around us. With a swift turn on his heel, the crown prince of the Winter Court gave me his back. My eyes widened as I took in the thickest wings I’d ever seen. The height of those appendages was higher than any wings I’d ever encountered. The prince glanced over his shoulder, his expression as cold as ice. “You’re coming with me.” ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ - ~ Start reading Krista Street's newest fae fantasy romance, COURT OF WINTER, today. FREE in Kindle Unlimited. Click the photo or “Learn More” to go to Amazon!