As he turned, Donia kept her arms around him. She looked up at him. "If the girls who weren't charmed had known what I know, they'd have been a lot easier to convince."

"What's that?"

She released him from her embrace and put her hands flat on his chest. "The . . . person behind the smile." She stretched up and kissed him, twining her arms around his neck as she did so.

Without stopping kissing her, he swept her up into his arms. They stood in the motel lobby kissing until someone called, "Get a room."

Donia pulled back and laughed. "That was the plan. They said no."

At that, Keenan smiled. This was what he wanted: Donia happy. That was what he wanted every day now. The Winter Court mattered to him as much as the Summer Court had, but there was no struggle, no worrying over how to take care of the court. Donia's court was healthy and, quite simply, the strongest of the courts. Whether Donia agreed to let him test his theory to become fey again or not, Keenan's primary responsibility would still be one he undertook gladly: making sure Donia was happy. The difference, unfortunately, was that unless Donia agreed to let him try to become fey again, he'd only be able to do so for a blink. Mortal life spans were so brief as to be a heartbeat in the eternity that they could have if he became fey again.

He carried her out of the lobby and to the car, where Sasha waited. Beside the car, he lowered her feet to the ground. "So, navigating this human world seems a bit more complicated than I thought."

Donia slid a hand into his inside jacket pocket and pulled out his wallet. She opened it, and extracted two cards. "Not really. Hand her these." She held one up. "Identification." Then she held up the other one. "Credit card."

"Oh." He frowned. "Are those new?"

"No. Cwenhild had them procured for you last month." Donia slipped them back into the wallet, returned it to his pocket, and kissed him again. A few moments later she pulled back and opened her car door. "Come on."

"But if I had them . . ."

She shrugged. "I figured if you couldn't charm her, she has bad taste. Why stay in a motel where they have bad taste?"

"You're a peculiar faery, Donia." He walked around the side of the car and got in.

"We'll find a nicer place. There's a bed-and-breakfast I saw that looked pretty," she suggested as she sorted through the pamphlets they'd collected.

And Keenan figured it didn't much matter why she wanted to stay elsewhere. He'd walk in and out of every hotel and motel along the road if it made her smile and relax.

A short while later, they were settled into an admittedly nicer hotel. Sasha was out wandering now that they were stopped for the night, and Keenan and Donia were alone in their "honeymoon suite." He had opened the doors to the balcony, and snowflakes were fluttering into the room. Donia still marveled at seeing her once-sunlit faery not flinch from the snow. From me. She'd thought she was done being surprised when she became Winter Queen. She hadn't expected that-or becoming a faery or that the boy she'd fallen in love with so many years ago was anything other than human.

Or that he'd ever become a human.

He'd sacrificed immortality and strength for her. In part, he'd sacrificed his court for her. Now, he wanted to risk the brief human life he still had. For me. She knew there were plenty of dangers if he remained human: he was vulnerable to threats from any faery that crossed their path-and Keenan had nine centuries of living during which he had made enemies; he was susceptible to human diseases, aging, and any number of threats; and he was in danger from her. The Winter that she carried in her skin could easily kill him if she lost her temper or lost control in a moment of joy.

But he's alive.

Trying to become fey could take away the few human years he had.

Or give us eternity.

"You're awfully far away," he said.

She realized she'd been staring, but she wasn't embarrassed as she had been for most of the years she'd known him: he was hers now. She could stare all she wanted, so she did. "I was thinking about how beautiful you are."

He smiled. "Can you think that nearer to me?"

"Not if I want to have dinner." She walked toward him even as she said it.

"Do you?"

"Not now," she murmured as she slipped into his arms.

Later, when Keenan came out of the shower, he was greeted by the sight of the Winter Queen standing on the balcony looking out over the not-yet-snowy mountainside. She could've been carved of the ice that was her domain.

Beautiful.

He walked over to stand beside her. Unlike her, he was not as comfortable with the chill. To the Winter Queen, it was more comfortable to be cold, but he was mortal now. He shivered.

Silently, Donia drew the cold into herself, pulling the bite from the air with only a moment's effort.

"No." He went to the bed and pulled the heavy quilt from it. After wrapping it snugly around himself, he returned to her side. "I'm fine."

When she didn't release the cold back into the air, he repeated, "I'm fine, Donia. In fact . . ." He bent to the floor, opened his bag, pulled out thick socks, boots, several warming layers, a heavy coat, mittens, a scarf, and a hat. As she watched, he dressed, and once he was completely bundled up, he caught her gaze. "I'm going for a walk."

"But . . . I don't have all of that." She pointed at his winter-weather clothing. "I didn't know you had all of that."

"You're a faery," he said gently. "Unless you choose otherwise, the only one here who will see you walking with me is me. You don't need all of these layers."

He held out his hand.

She looked down at the thin nightdress she wore.

His hand stayed outstretched to her. "Walk with me. The cold is pressuring you, so we'll walk a little ways."

"We're in higher elevations, and I didn't think about the temperature here and-"

"Walk with me," he interrupted. "I'm already dressed, so you might as well give in before I overheat."

She winced at his words; her reaction to his loss of Summer and his loss of immortality was still as sharp as it had been the day he woke up human. Keenan stepped closer to her and took her hand.

"Donia?" He waited until she met his gaze. "I'm happy. If I'm human or if we find a way to return me to being fey, I'm happier now than I've ever been in nine centuries. The only sadness in my life is that you worry over things you don't need to . . . so stop."

Donia half hid a small sob. "I thought about going out later while you slept, but I didn't want you to worry so I thought about telling you I was going but-"

He kissed her, swallowing her frosty breath, pulling her ice-cold body against his heavily clothed one, and silently cursing those layers. He'd happily freeze to death rather than be separated from her skin.

Which is exactly why she worries.

With that sobering thought, he pulled back. "I can be careful." He cupped her face in his hands and stared into her eyes. "I grew up in a home of ice with Summer inside of me. That's not so different from living with Winter as a human. I've been trained for this. I can do this."

Then he stepped back, held his hand out, and asked in an even voice, "Would you like to take a walk with me?"

Donia could feel the weight of Winter inside her skin; the blissful pressure tangled with worry over the now-very-human love of her life.

"Trust yourself. Trust me. Trust us." He spoke quietly as they walked through the lobby, and she realized with a smile that there was something oddly freeing in being invisible to the humans they passed, but not to Keenan.

She'd never shared the joy of the first snow with anyone. It was a heady feeling, this first. She leaned in and whispered in his ear, "No one but you can see me, but they can all see you."

He couldn't answer just then, as they were passing the front desk.

The Winter Queen flashed him a wicked smile before nip-ping his earlobe.

Keenan startled visibly enough that the desk attendant gave him a puzzled look.

"They can't hear me either," she said in a level voice, and then she told him how she wanted to celebrate the first snowfall.

Keenan laughed and said, "There are days I feel like the luckiest person alive."

"That's nice," the desk clerk said tiredly. "Have a nice night."

"I will," Keenan answered with a look at Donia, who understood now the sort of joy that made Summer faeries dance and spin.

She blew him a kiss and raced outside.

By the time Keenan caught up with her, she was standing at the edge of the parking lot. He took her hand and led her farther from the light. Once they were hidden from any passing humans, he kissed her soundly.

When he pulled away to catch his breath, snowflakes were falling like a thick curtain all around them.

"Where to?"

She pointed at the ski slopes in the far distance. "There."

"That's miles away. Let me get the keys," he started.

"No." Donia shook her head. "No cars. I am the Winter Queen, Keenan. I'm not going to start my season with a car. We go on foot. Anyhow, the slopes aren't open yet, so we'd attract attention." She paused and frowned. "You'd attract attention with the whole visibility problem."

Keenan thought yet again that he'd be too much of an encumbrance to her if he didn't shake his mortality. He didn't bring it up, not tonight. He wasn't going to risk the change back to fey without her agreement. They'd spent too many years at odds for him to want to start his second stretch of eternity with discord between them.

"If you hold my hand, I can be invisible with you."

"Exactly . . . and we can still run as if you were fey. Hold on to me," she invited him.

"Always."

Without another word, they ran.

It felt but a few moments until they reached the very top of the mountain, despite their having gone miles. Donia closed her eyes and exhaled. Keenan stayed beside her, but he released her hand-becoming visible as he did so.

Reflexively, Donia became visible as well. He had faery sight, but they were alone on the mountain. She wanted to be as he was; she wanted him to watch her with his mortal eyes. Never had she scattered snow on the earth when she was visible to any other than faeries. Here, in front of her newly mortal beloved, she would be truly visible. She knew that faeries had seen her create snowfalls, but she'd never noticed their presence. With Keenan, she was as aware of him as she was of the snow and ice.

Neither spoke as she cloaked the world in white. It could have been moments or hours as she walked through the night and covered the earth; all that Donia knew was that everything in her world was perfect.

With Keenan.

In the cold.

Where we both belong.

Finally, she stopped walking and turned to look at him. He lowered himself to the ground as they stared at each other. She stood barefoot and barely clad in the snowy air; he sat in his bulky layers of warm clothing, a mortal in the midst of a thick fall of snow. Her eyes were frost filled, and her skin glistened with the same icy rime that coated the trees. His eyes were damp from the sting of wind, and his exposed skin was red from the cold.

He couldn't have been here when he was the Summer King.

I couldn't be here if he hadn't surrendered his immortality to save me.

He is mortal, but he is here with me.

"If you're never fey again, I'll still be happy because we are together now." She walked toward him, her bare feet leaving the first marks on the freshly fallen snow.

"Let me try to be fey," Keenan pleaded. "Let me be a true part of Winter. Let us have forever."

The wind swirled faster and whiter all around them as Donia lowered herself to the snowy ground in front of him. "What if I lose you?"

"If I stay mortal, you will lose me. Mortality means I'll die." He came to his knees so that they were kneeling, facing each other. "We can have eternity, Don."

"You don't know how it hurts, Keenan. How do I agree, knowing what that pain feels like? How do I agree, knowing it could kill you?"

"I won't do it if you say no, but I believe it'll work." He leaned his forehead against hers. "I don't want you to have to hold yourself back from me. I don't want to be a weakness, but someone who can be fully in your life. I want you, all of you, forever."

Instead of answering, she drew a wall of snow toward them and shaped it into an igloo. Outside, she let the storm rage. She felt it: snow spiraling wildly in the air, the icy wind she'd released continuing to shriek, and ice coating the trees. Inside the snowy shelter she'd built, she had no need to release any more cold. She'd let it loose outside, and now she was able to free Keenan of those layers of clothes and celebrate their first winter together.

Late that night, Sasha crept inside the igloo, plopped down beside them, and nudged them with his head. The wolf didn't speak-as far as Keenan knew, he'd never spoken-but the nudge was message enough.

Donia stood and stretched. "Time to go back."

After Keenan dressed, Donia exhaled and scattered their shelter; the snow that had only a breath ago been a building now joined the rest of the snow spread over the ground. She smiled as she looked around them. The moon was high in the sky, and the perfect snowfall all around them gleamed in the clear white light.

"Beautiful."

"It is," she agreed.

Keenan laughed. "I meant you, but the snow is lovely too."

Beside them, Sasha butted Donia with his head again, and a prickle of alarm went through Keenan. He looked to the open expanse of the snow-covered ski slope, but no tracks marred the white ground. He attempted to see farther into the woods, but his human vision revealed nothing.

She is the Winter Queen. In her element. At her strength.

The mental reminders didn't allay his fears. Sasha wouldn't hurry them on without reason.

Absently, Keenan lowered one hand to the wolf 's head- and was rewarded with a gentle nip. He looked down as Sasha tugged on his hand.

"Don?"

"I don't see any threat." Donia answered the question without his needing to voice it. She understood Sasha more than anyone else ever had. He'd been her companion for years, and he'd chosen to stay with her when she became Winter Queen.

Sasha growled.

"We're coming," Donia assured him as she took Keenan's hand in hers and they began to run back to the hotel.