Page 27 of Jilted By Jack Frost

My heart’s pounding like a drum in my chest, and I can feel the heat rising between us. I know he feels it too—the spark that’s been building ever since we met.

It’s like we’re connected by some invisible thread, pulling us closer and closer together. I lick my lips, a silent invitation, and his eyes widen as he realizes what I’m offering. His breath catches, and I see the tension in his body, the struggle between his duty and his desire.

Then, finally, he gives in. Jack leans toward me, his eyes never leaving mine, and I rise to meet him. Our lips crash together in a kiss that takes my breath away. It’s a clash of opposites—his cold lips and my fiery passion.

I feel the frost on his skin, a pleasant contrast to the heat of our kiss. My fingers tangle in his white hair, pulling him closer as his lips move urgently against mine. It’s like we can’t get enough of each other, like we’re trying to consume each other.

I can taste the sweetness of our connection, a strange and beautiful mix of fire and ice.

I break away first, letting out a shaky laugh.

“Well fuck, if I’d known you could kiss like that, I might have pushed your buttons sooner.”

His expression shifts between annoyance and amusement, thumb brushing over my knuckles, sending warmth through my chest despite his cold touch. “You’re very... direct.”

“You mean I don’t sugarcoat shit?”

A genuine smile tugs at his lips. “That too.”

“Life’s too short for mind games. Well, maybe not your life, Mr. Immortal Winter King, but you get my point.”

“I do.” His smile fades. “Which is why I should tell you—”

The library doors burst open, and Gabriel sweeps in.

Gabriel’s pristine white suit practically glows in the dim library light. “Your Majesty, there’s an urgent matter requiring your attention.”

Jack’s hand withdraws from mine, leaving my skin tingling. “Not now.”

“I’m afraid it can’t wait.” Gabriel’s usual playful demeanor is gone, replaced by something more tense. “The eastern border—”

“Fine.” Jack rises, his chair scraping against the floor. His jaw tightens as he looks at me. “We’ll continue this conversation later.”

Like hell we will.“No, you don’t get to do that.” I stand, planting my hands on the table. “You were about to tell me something important.”

“Violet—”

“Don’tVioletme. Every time we get close to actually talking about whatever this is between us, you run away.”

Ice crystals form where his fingers grip the back of the chair. “I’m not running.”

“Really? Because from where I’m standing, that’s exactly what you’re doing.” I wave toward Gabriel. “Using every interruption as an excuse to avoid facing the fact that maybe you’re wrong about this whole mate thing being destructive.”

The temperature plummets. Gabriel takes a step back, but I hold my ground.

Jack’s eyes flash that dangerous arctic blue. “You know nothing about what this bond could do.”

“Because you won’t tell me! All I know is that every time you let your guard down for two seconds, the world doesn’t end. The kingdom doesn’t collapse.” I gesture between us. “Hell, when you touched my hand just now, the only thing that happened was—”

I stop, realizing what I’d felt. That warmth. That spark of... something.

Jack’s expression softens, just barely. “Was what?”

“It felt right,” I whisper. “Like pieces clicking into place.”

The ice on his chair melts, water dripping onto the floor. He stares at the puddle, conflict written across his features.

“Your Majesty...” Gabriel’s voice is gentle. “Perhaps Miss Jones has a point. The prophecy speaks of destruction, yes, but prophecies are often—”

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