As Kirastasia trotted along Malignant's borders, she wasn't sure if she should feel giddy or pissed about the warrior known as Rom. On the one hand, he was breathtakingly beautiful--a fantasy creature unlike any the snow princess had ever seen, despite the hideous scars raked over his foxy visage. That physical attraction alone was enough to send Kira into spasms of ecstasy. She ADORED lovely things, and wanted to horde pretty wolves the way a little girl hordes sparkly things. Even staring at Rom was enough to entertain Kirastasia most days.

But then . . . when he went and opened that handsome mouth of his . . . rage inevitably tangled up her rapturous emotions. To think he had the GALL to toy with her, HER, the puppet mistress! Remembering the way he'd evaded her playful attempts to screw with his mind made Kira bite the inside of her jowls in frustration. "Stupid jerk," she hissed, pausing to rub her ivory canvas on a tree. "What does he know? Nothing!"

The ice bird could have happily spent her day alternatively fuming and swooning about the fiery male, if not for a loud demanding song erupting over the forest. Instantly her ears perked, and Kirastasia was running toward the source of the explosive noise. Hmm . . . somebody thought she was important. Better not keep her waiting!

It took the tundra lass less than a minute to sprint down her kingdom's invisible fence and happen upon another pallid damsel waiting by the door. The other girl wore a secretly sexy grin, apparently very confident in her looks and seducing ability. Kira raised an eyebrow--and her tail. Queen Carnival might be out for the day, but Kirastasia was still full-blooded royalty.

"Hello there, gorgeous lady. You called?" Kira's luminous maple-honey eyes glimmered with intelligence as she appraised the opposite femme, though her voice shone bubbly and innocent. "Are you looking to join, or are you searching for a lay?"