You were Tamlin’s son, making you the heir to the Spring Court. You had accompanied your father to the High Lord’s meeting.

Much to your father’s displeasure, you were sitting across from the Night Court. Ava tilted her head as she observed everyone in silence. Your father had warned you about the Night Court. How dangerous it was.

When your eyes met, that’s when you felt it: the mating bond snapping into place. Ava's eyes darkened slightly as her breath betrayed a gasp…The only confirmation she felt it too.