Acotar Winter Court Novels & Stories

he began, his voice dropping an octave. I immediately became suspicious, narrowing my eyes at him through the wind-blown strands of my hair. "So?" "You coming to the Winter Lights festival this year?" he asked, tapping his gloved fingers against the timber rail. "The whole pack shows up. Food, bonfires, traditional drinks. It's the one time of year Takoda here is forced to wear something other than flannel." Takoda let out a heavy sigh; a long-suffering, deep sigh that suggested this exact conversation had happened before, probably every December since they were teenagers. "Leave her alone, Jace. She doesn't need to be dragged into town events."