Title: FROST FIRE
Word count: 69k
In this YA urban fantasy, seventeen-year-old Allai has hunted Mages her entire life, only to discover she’s one of their kind. Allai’s magic is building to a deadly level that will soon kill her and dozens of Innocents, and there’s only one option: seek help from the Mages she’s been raised to despise. Her survival depends on finding an elusive Mage clan, eluding her own father who is hunting her to the death, and putting her trust in Drake Rhaize—her former Demon Guardian who swears he can protect her, despite being the man suspected of trying to murder her.
A bead of sweat rolled off Drake’s wrist and trickled down to the tip of his claw, leaving a cool trail across his skin. He wondered if the girl’s blood would feel the same way when it coated his hands. Somehow, he doubted it. Dad had already warned him about the feeling of blood: ‘It’s like honey. Maybe not as thick, but the death it brings is just as sweet.’ Drake stepped toward the girl and took a shuddering breath, bracing for the kill.
The girl lay on her bed, staring up at him with that confused expression he knew so well. Her eyebrows were furrowed, her lips pouted just a touch. It would have been cute, if it wasn’t for her eyes.
Those eyes hadn’t changed in the nine years since he’d last seen her. The girl’s irises still looked like pools of mercury—silver, gorgeous, and a subtle testimony to her Demon ancestry. But they were… out of place. Her eyes didn’t match the rest of her fragile body.
But they matched with him perfectly. He could see his own lack of innocence in them, and all the right types of anger and angst. Her damaged silver was a perfect complement to the shattered gold of his own eyes. Even nine years couldn’t change that.
Drake gulped and glanced down at his claws. What was it he’d always told the girl? ‘I’m not going to let anyone hurt you. Okay?’ He couldn’t break that promise. No, he couldn’t do this to her.