“Metallic trees. That's new. If you see any steel dryads, be sure to tell me so I can run away screaming.”

“The dryad nodded to Ash, standing silently nearby. "The Winter prince can fight for you, I imagine. He smells of blood and sorrow.”

“So what?" I challenged, pulling the quilt tighter around myself. “All you're telling me is I won't betray my friends or family. If that's a weakness, it's one I want.”

“We could die tomorrow," I whispered back. "I want to be with you tonight. I don't want to have any regrets, when it comes to us. So, yes, I'm sure. I love you, Ash.”

“I trust you,” I said, rising so our faces were inches apart, trailing my fingers down his stomach. “I know you'll find a way.”His breath hitched, and he regarded me hungrily. “You're playing with fire, you know that?”“That's weird, considering you're an ice prin—” I didn't get any further, as Ash leaned in and kissed me.”

“Are you sure?" His voice was barely a whisper, a ghost in the dark.I nodded, tracing my fingers down his cheek, marveling as he closed his eyes. "We could die tomorrow," I whispered back. "I want to be with you tonight. I don't want to have any regrets, when it comes to us. So, yes, I'm sure. I love you, Ash.”

“What if I can’t?” I whispered. “What if the Iron King truly is invincible?”“Then we will all die,” said the Elder Dryad, and faded back into her oak. The otherdryads left, leaving me alone with a cat, a prince, and a stick. I sighed and looked down atthe wood in my hands.“No pressure or anything,” I muttered.”