Wicked Prince of Frost (Wicked Princes #5)

Chapter Thirty-Seven

VIOLET

There is still so much I want to tell him. But as the world dissolves into shadow and ice, I must content myself with what I could express to him through our last kiss.

Warmth is drained from my body, leaving me numb as the nothingness swallows me.

I don’t fight the absolute eternity that stretches before me.

I couldn’t.

Even if I wanted to.

So, instead, I welcome it with open arms.