Wicked Lovely [antikvár]

Prologue The Summer King knelt before her. "Is this what you freely choose, to risk winters chill?" She watched him—the boy she'd fallen in love with these past weeks. She'd never dreamed he was something other than human, but now his skin glowed as if flames flickered just under the surface, so strange and beautiful she couldn't look away. "It's what I want." "You understand that if you are not the one, you'll carry the Winter Queen's chill until the next mortal risks this? And you'll warn her not to trust me?" He paused, glancing at her with pain in his eyes. She nodded. "If she refuses me, you will tell the next girl and the next"—he moved closer—"and not until one accepts, will you be free of the cold." "I do understand." She smiled as reassuringly as she could, and then she walked over to the hawthorn bush. The