Page 67 of Wicked Prince of Carnage
Winter
“Wear what?” she breathed.
Amalli removed a large box from the satchel and handed it over.
Sterling bit her lip as she removed the lid. Deep ruby red caught her gaze, and her hands trembled as she lifted the fabric. A crimson cloak. But nothing like the cheap one she’d owned that had been ruined during the prince’s first game. This fabricwas lush, thick, soft to her fingertips, delicate and strong all at once, something made for a queen. Curiosity and a warm feeling embraced her while wondering what Winter intended her to wear it for. He’d chosen Sterling and was allowing her to decide her fate, and that made her heart nearly rip at the seams. ShelovedWinter. A man who had taken everything from her. A man who had given her everything in return.
The front door to the cottage burst open, and Cyan’s face beamed as he threw his arms around Amalli. “You’re here!”
“I told you I’d see you again.” She grinned and ruffled his hair.
As he stepped back, his stare drifted from Amalli to the red cloak, then to the letter in Sterling’s hand. “What’s going on?”
Sterling folded the letter and tucked it back into the envelope. “King Winter is giving me—us—a choice.”
