Summer of Frost (Forever Fae #3)(30)

“He’s pretty volatile,” I noticed.

Sorcha sighed. “Yes, he is.”

Anger flowed through me as I imagined him taking his anger out on her. What did he do when she broke it off with him? My hands started shaking, and I knew my eyes had changed. Clearly they had because Sorcha looked at me warily. “He didn’t hurt you when you two were together, did he? Because if he did, I’m going to kill him now. No one would ever know.”

“Drake!” she shrieked. “No, he never hurt me. He got really possessive at times, but he learned quickly he couldn’t control me. A few punches and black eyes did the trick.”

I laughed, imagining her kicking his ass. “Good,” I stated wholeheartedly. “He deserves a good ass kicking now.”

“That may be so, but what are we going to do about him? Are we taking him back or is he coming with us?”

I groaned. “As much as I want him to go home, we just don’t have the time for it. If the dark sorcerer comes back and knows what we’re up to, he’ll be on our trail or he’ll get to the scroll first and put it somewhere else. So, unfortunately, he stays with us.”

As if my words called him forth, Alston came through the shadows of the forest and sat down by the fire. “It’s getting late. We probably should get some sleep and continue on in the morning,” I insisted.

Sorcha stretched out her glorious body, and cuddled up next to me not even acknowledging Alston’s presence. Alston scowled as she kissed me on the lips and fell asleep instantly in my arms. Once she was completely out, I turned my attention to Alston and stared daggers at him. “I’d appreciate it if you kept your hands to yourself from now on,” I warned him.

Alston’s eyes grew smug. “What’s wrong? Jealous?”

“Hardly,” I stormed back. “She’s with me now, and a future queen of the Summer Court. You may still love her, or want her, but it’s over. Show some respect and back the f*ck off.”

“See … that’s the thing,” Alston sneered. “I have no respect.”

With that, he turned his back to me and lay down on the ground, clearly saying the conversation was over. It was far from over, and I was going to make sure he fully understood that.





When I fell asleep, Sorcha was waiting for me.

“What took you so long?” she asked curiously.

“Oh, you know …” I began sarcastically. “Just warning Alston to keep his distance, but of course, he challenged me.”

Sorcha shook her head. “I told you, he’s possessive. He said he was going to work on it, but obviously, I guess he’s not getting the picture.”

“He’s not welcome in our court, Sorcha,” I added forcefully. “Sarette is your friend, and if she decides to follow you that’s great, but she has to know he can’t come.”

Sorcha nodded in agreement. “I understand, and I agree with you. Maybe he’ll come to his senses when I’m gone for good, when our bond is complete.”

“He has no choice but to let you go, beautiful. If he causes a problem I’m going to have to deal with it my way. He’s not going to disrespect me or you by acting this way.”

Sorcha smiled and placed her finger to my lips. “Please tell me we aren’t going to talk about Alston this whole time. Our dreams are about me and you. What adventures are we going to go on tonight?”

“We could visit your home in the Winter Court,” I suggested. “I know you miss it.”



She shrugged and said thoughtfully, “I will miss it, and once we get back I’ll have to face my parents. They’re going to be so angry with me when they find out what I’m doing.”

Taking her in my arms, I held her tight. “You’ll be safe with me. I’ll make sure you get back all in one piece.”

Running her hands along my back, she whispered against my chest, “I know, Drake, but tonight I want to feel safe in our court. Let’s picture it together and go there. I want to feel like I’m at home.”

“Home,” I repeated, smiling.

Closing our eyes, we both envisioned our court the way we wanted it to be: white, sandy beaches, clear blue water, palm trees, salty sea air, and us right in the middle of it. Even in the dream I felt at home, truly and utterly at home.





The next morning came quickly, and once the sun was up we packed our supplies and began our journey. Since we only had two horses, Alston rode Sorcha’s horse while she and I rode on mine. The ride was quiet until Alston opened his smart ass mouth.

“I don’t see why you don’t just fly while Sorcha and I ride the horses. You’re weighing yours down with both your weights. I’m starting to feel sorry for it.”

Growling, I turned to face him with my lethal gaze. “My horse will be perfectly fine, and besides, I’m not stupid enough to leave her alone with you.”

“She’s been alone with me many times and I’ve never heard her complain,” he taunted suggestively.

Sorcha tensed in front of me, and glared at Alston, fuming. “Enough!” she yelled. “What the hell is the matter with you? I thought you said you were going to change. What happened to that?”

“I’m trying,” he yelled back. “It’s hard to see you two all over each other when I’m still in love with you. I’m sorry if you don’t understand that.”