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Chapter Fifteen: Frozen
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2024-10-29 19:42:56Tamsin Eventide
Finally, the flint sparked and the tinder lit. He held the lantern aloft, but didn’t see anything amiss. At first.
River was gone.
He searched the kitchens, the rooms that lead to the kitchens. He scoured the entire manor in a rage, looking for her. He doubted she ran, but he supposed it was possible.
No, he could feel the lingering magic in the air. Tamsin knew it couldn’t be a coincidence that the fires wouldn’t light.
It struck him suddenly, the answer. Cinder. The Witch Queen’s consort. He was master of flame and hearth, a nasty little bastard from the Winter Court, betrayer of his own kind, former consort of Queen Mab. Slick and charming, clever and without scruples, Cinder was the one who brought human tithes to the Dain. If he had River, she was in very real danger.
The more he frantically searched the manor, the less control he had over himself. If Cinder had spirited her away,
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