Winter

Do me a favor, Princess,” he whispered, his breath warm against her mouth. “The next time someone says they’re going to kill you, don’t just let them.”

He leaned over her, leaving a hint of space between them, and dug his fingers into the thin hospital blankets. “I love you, Winter. I always have.”

“Try to keep in mind that they can make themselves look however they want to,” said Cress. “No one in this palace is as beautiful as you think they are. It’s all just mind control.”
Thorne grinned and squeezed her closer against his side. “I’m fairly certain there’s at least one exception to that rule.”
Cress rolled her eyes. “Yeah. Thaumaturges.”
He laughed and dropped his arm, though she wasn’t sure what was funny