Deep Kiss of Winter
CHAPTER 39

Danii sat on her throne, thinking about witches - and abdication.
I could meet with Mariketa the Awaited, bring her a bucketful of softball-size diamonds, and ask her to put me on her list.
Even if Murdoch wasn't keen on waiting fifty years, reserving a spot couldn't hurt.
And Danii could return to Val Hall, now that she could live in New Orleans safe from assassins. She'd add some serious tonnage to her A/C and really get some cold cranking.
Maybe she could be happy there. It would be even harder staying in Louisiana so fresh from the cold. But fall had arrived there, at least.
Was she an idiot even to contemplate relinquishing her throne -  and her new life, tucked away amid the freezing security of Icergard? Could she truly leave behind an ice world where she lived among her own kind, to seek a vampire she could never touch?
Over and over, Danii recalled the look in his eyes when he'd yelled for her to come back that night.
Yes. She would try once more to convince him that they could -
"My queen," one of her ladies-in-waiting said as she hastened into the throne room. "Come quickly. There's a stranger in Icergard. He crossed the White Death... "
When Murdoch woke, he lay in a bed in a bizarre room of ice. Though it was lighter and quieter here out of the wind, the temperature wasn't warmer.
He was wearing new pants and a coat of sorts that kept him from freezing. Someone had cleaned him and bandaged his frostbitten hands. He must be within Icergard. Which meant she was near. Have to get to her. He labored to rise -
Jadian strode into the room. "So, it is you. Why have you come to our realm?" His expression betrayed no surprise, no emotion whatsoever.
This is the bastard who knows what it's like to kiss Daniela.
And I can't kill him. Yet.
Murdoch managed a sitting position. "I seek Daniela." His words were hoarse, his body still exhausted.
Jadian crossed his arms over his chest. "Why would I ever let one such as you near her?"
"I just need to speak to her. And then, if she still doesn't want to see me, I'll never bother her again." What a lie -
Daniela entered. And Murdoch sucked in a breath.
She was more stunning than he'd ever seen her, her body bedecked in diamonds. Her hair was wild beneath a band of ice and jewels - the crown from Daniela's memories, her mother's.
To see her again. These mere days had felt like eternity.
She looked dazed to find him here. Surely she had to know he'd come for her.
He couldn't read her expression. Was she not pleased at all to see him? Then his heart sank as comprehension took hold. I'm too late.
Oh, gods, Murdoch was here. He was wild-eyed, with his lips and hands frostbitten and his face abraded.
He'd crossed the White Death? To come for me.
Jadian was eerily calm. "I say we throw him back out and let the cold take him."
Pointedly ignoring that, she said, "Murdoch, how did you get here?"
"I followed your memories. But the portal was... off."
"My memories," she repeated softly. He had taken them from her blood. "Why have you come?"
"Can I talk to you? Alone. Please, Daniela, just a few minutes of your time."
"My queen, this is ridiculous," Jadian said. "Remember what he did to you last time?"
Murdoch cast him a killing look, then turned back to her. "I have an idea - there's a way we might be together."
"What? How?"
"When I drank from you before - "
"Why bring that up to me?" Her hand flittered to her neck at the reminder.
"Because now I know why it was so irresistible to me."
Jadian said, "Because you're a parasite."
"Jadian!"
"He plans to bite you again."
"Of course he doesn't. Murdoch, tell him."
"Daniela, speak with me alone." Somehow he managed to make it to his feet. "I swear I won't do anything to you that you don't agree to."
His words piqued her curiosity. He hadn't promised not to hurt her, not to bite her, yet she felt no threat from him. "Very well," she said, turning to Jadian with raised brows. After a hesitation, he turned for the door, stonily silent.
As soon as they were alone, Murdoch demanded, "Are you marrying him?"
"What? No!"
"Nix told me you were."
"She must be confused then, or you misheard her. Now, tell me. What were you talking about?"
"Daniela, before I took your neck, I'd dreamed of doing it. More and more as we grew apart. Every night. Now I believe it's the way for us to be together."
"I don't understand."
"With your blood in my veins, everything felt warm to me. My brothers were chilled, but I couldn't stand to be near the fire. Your blood made me cold."
"That can't be right. I can't turn you into an Iceren."
"No, but I can pick up characteristics of your kind," Murdoch said.
"Do you have the skin markings, then? Are you unaffected by the sun?"
He shook his head. "There was a blue tinge under my eyes, but not the body markings. When I tested my skin in the sun, I still burned, even when I was immune to the cold."
"Immune? Then why are you freezing right now? How did you get frostbitten?"
He ran his bandaged hand over the back of his neck. "The effect only lasted a couple of days."
"So for this to work, I'd have to repeat that pain?"
"One last time. After that, as long as I drank every day or two, I'd never hurt you again. We could be together." His voice went lower, and his eyes flickered black. "In all ways."
Her mind was whirring. Yet then she recalled what had happened after the last bite. "But I-I went unconscious."
Looking shamefaced, he said, "I took too much. I wouldn't this time. I know I don't deserve your trust, but I'm asking for it anyway."
"Why should I do this?"
"Because I'm in love with you," he said - without a hint of hesitation.
Her lips parted and the world seemed to shift under her feet. After what he'd done to reach her, she had to believe he did. But to hear him say the words, with his eyes so intense and dark...
Maybe the vampire did always come through in the end.
"And I think you love me, too." Hope tinged his words.
She turned away, breaking his searching gaze. "Maybe that doesn't matter," she said over her shoulder. "Maybe we're only fated to make each other miserable. You forget we'd fought before all this happened. You'd given up on us."
"No, just before I returned that night, I realized that fifty years was nothing if we could be together. I'd come back to tell you that. But then I saw you kissing Jadian..."
She faced him once more. "I'm sorry for that."
"It doesn't matter now," he said, but she could tell that she'd hurt him. "When I was in jail - "
"Jail?"
"That's why I wasn't here sooner - Kristoff imprisoned us at Mount Oblak for harboring Conrad. It's all worked out now, but we spent weeks inside. And while I was there, I determined that I would do anything to be with you. Desert my order. Live here in the cold in twenty-four hours of daylight."
"Murdoch, that's not the point. You're talking about biting me again, about more pain. And not just mine. I'm colder than I've ever been. It would hurt you too," she said, then added, "If this did work, you might be vulnerable to thermal shock, like me."
"I don't give a damn about that!" He crossed to her until they were toe to toe. "Please, Danii, I know I'm asking for a lot more than I deserve, but if you can endure this one last time... Just give me your trust."
Hadn't she said she'd give anything to know his taste? To touch her lips to his?
Before, even amidst the agony of his bite, she'd felt a connection to him.
I will trust him. Fantasy finally made reality. And reality sometimes took sacrifice.
Daniela bowed her head, then gazed up at him from under her lashes. And again, he was undone.
"I do trust you." She pulled her hair to the side, baring the pale column of her neck to him, inviting him.
"You won't regret this." But even as his fangs sharpened for her flesh, he hesitated. "I dread hurting you. When I think about how I took you last time..."
"I'm afraid I'll try to break away," she admitted. "Or that you will - from the cold."
Each would want to recoil. They'd have to force each other to hold on. "Hang on to me, kallim, because I'll be holding you tight. We do this now, and then we have forever."
She inhaled a steadying breath. "I'm ready."
What would you do for her...? The scent of the supple skin he was about to taste proved too much temptation. He couldn't resist. He laid his bandaged palms on her hips and drew her closer.
Her hands rose to clasp his shoulders. "Do it," she whispered.
In a flash, he sank his fangs into her. This time he groaned - in pain. She was even icier than before.
Stabbing cold shot through him. The urge to release her screamed in him, but he held on, squeezing her hips. He felt her little blue claws digging into him as well.
Yet with each of his draws, the pain lessened. At the remembered sense of connection, his eyes slid closed in bliss.
Mine. Forever. Thoughts were a jumbled knot. Slow... slow... Don't take too much this time. This is a gift...