Jack Frost has spent his entire existence questioning where he fit in. A Keeper with no holiday or reason for being, a darkness inside of him that he can’t begin to understand, causing Jack to be unsurprised when the other Keepers appear to have all but given up on him.
Nick is used to bringing joy to others, he is Santa Claus after all, but where his mate is concerned, he just can’t seem to get it right. When Jack becomes the sole target for their enemy, Nick will stop at nothing to keep his mate safe and prove once and for all they are meant to be.
With the story coming to an end, join the Keepers as they discover not only who they truly are, but what they are capable of...and just perhaps, what the future holds.
"Jack, watch out!"
"F**k!" A mass of black, blue, and bright red fell down a hillside in a mass of tangled limbs and pained grunts. "Ouch!"
When they finally reached the bottom, Nick blinked up at the sky for a moment, fighting to regain the breath that had been knocked out of him by the ground and multiple jabs from Jack’s flying limbs.
"Are you alright?" he asked when he was sure he could speak.
"I'll live." Slightly disoriented icy blue orbs met worried green ones. Pale, full lips stretched into a weak smile. "Sorry for using you as my landing mattress."
Nick rolled his eyes. "I don’t quite have the padding most people think, not sure how good a job I did."
Jack blushed, stuttering for an answer and looking anywhere but at Nick, all but jumping off him when Nick cleared his throat.
"S-sorry," the younger Keeper murmured as he wiped the snow off himself. Nick sighed as he stood and looked around.
"Well, at least we didn't roll too far down," he murmured and brushed the snow off his leather jacket.
Yes, it was red. He was Santa, of course it was red.
"Are you alright?" He looked at Jack, and suppressed the whine that wanted to break out when the younger man looked at him with a forced grin. Everything was forced with Jack these days. While the two of them had been able to coexist in the same space in the past few months better than they had in the last few centuries, it hurt something deep down inside to see Jack almost a shell of who he used to be.
"Just a few bumps and bruises. Nothing I'm not used to already."
Nick frowned while Jack started to look around, trying to find a way up.
They had been out there for hours, searching for any sign of the Fates. From the moment Sam had discovered their hand in the attacks, placed upon not just the Keepers, but also the Dark Lords, those three devious and spiteful goddesses had vanished. Recently word had come to them the Fates had been spotted somewhere around the Alps, and Jack more than most had been determined to search the area for any evidence to support the claims and track them down. He just hadn’t considered how damn big the area was, even for a couple of Keepers.
"Maybe we should head back to the Pro Custodes and continue tomorrow," Nick suggested and Jack looked at him with a confused expression. His cheeks were rosy from the cold and his beautiful icicle-like eyes were glowing brightly. Every part of Nick was begging to just claim the younger man for himself.
But he couldn’t.
Nick had far too much to make up for where Jack was concerned. He had failed the man who should be his mate more times than he could count. And the younger man had paid dearly for it.
"There's not much more ground to cover, and we still have some time before night falls," Jack countered.
Nick frowned. “Ja—”
"But if you think we should make our way back, then that's okay too!" Jack backtracked.
That was another thing.
That was another thing.
Nick could clearly remember the fire in Jack's eyes when he would defy him, or any of them. He clearly remembered the strength and anger that glowed in Jack's eyes each and every time the two of them had faced off over one thing or another. Now though, that fire wasn't gone. It was still there, but it seemed Jack was suppressing it.
Who is Jess?
Jess Buffett was born and raised in New South Wales, Australia. She is a mum of two, married to her high school sweetheart.
Jess is a hopeless romantic who is a huge fan of M/M and M/F romance with a happy ending—anything with hunky men in all their glory, whether they be Shifters, Vampires, Cowboys, or the boy next door.
A caffeine addict who shamefully can’t make a decent cup of coffee to save her life, Jess believes in soul mates, happily ever afters, and in love at first sight, but that sometimes people need a second or a third for the brain to catch up.
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