Three kings jumped into a raging river to save the woman they loved.
One had claim to her. Two had very strong opinions and didn't give a fuck. Zero of them were willing to leave until they found her.
The problem?
It was so goddamn cold that three pairs of royal jewels were now playing extreme hide-and-seek, and unfortunately, freezing your balls off was only the opening act.
Hypothermia has stages. Fingers first. Arms. Legs. Then the brain clocks out for the day. Nicholas had just hit the leg phase when something in his sternum went supernova.
Gold fire erupted across his body, wrapping him in a shell so precise it could have been painted on. His half-dead muscles flooded with warmth.
Twenty yards south, Landon's body answered with the same explosion. Gold flame first, warming him. Then Luminari light. His reserves, which had been empty, refilled halfway in under five seconds.
