Chapter Seven

The journey to Dante's pack took only a day, but it felt like much longer. I sat on the back of his horse, my arms wrapped tightly around his waist, the whole time trying not to let the thoughts overwhelm me.

I might go mad if it did. Everything that had happened to me since my banishment was too much. How did I end up having two mates in a matter of days? How did I end up being bonded to an ice king who could summon me anytime he wanted — an ice king whose plaything I had more or less became.

No. I would not let myself think or slip into the abyss of my mind.

If only I had succeeded with the dagger. If only that bastard hadn't brought me back.

Now here I was, riding into a new life I didn’t ask for, didn’t want. The anger simmered beneath the surface, just waiting to explode. The fear mixed with it, tangling in a way that made my stomach churn.

I kept my eyes focused on the road ahead, watching as the sun began to dip toward the horizon. We were getting close now.

Dante’s territory