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terrified he was going to lose her. Not now! Everything was falling apart around
him, shattering his world.  Nicollete, I have to get your temperature down.
He swept her up in his arms and raced to the garden tub. Jack called on the
winds and filled the tub with snow, thankful he could at least control the
elements in his own home.
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Del Fantasma: Winter Break
 That will kill her, you know. A brittle voice from behind jerked him
around.
Dressed all in black from the tip of her sleek boots to the fur of her tight
parka.  Snow Queen. You bless us with your presence. His words were forced
through clenched teeth.  I would bow, but I am in the middle of a crisis at the
moment.
Ice blue eyes narrowed.  Ah yes. The human girl. The Queen waved her
hand and Nicollete gasped before slumping in his arms.
 What did you do? Panic edged his voice.
 Preventing you from killing her outright. Take her to bed.
He whisked her to the bedroom and laid her on the mattress. The fragile
beauty of her face was pale and drawn against the dark mocha of his sheets. He
traced the edge of her jaw with a fingertip before turning to the bitch.
 You honor our--
 Don't bullshit me Jack. You're as happy to see me, as I am you.
 My sister rarely visits. His lip lifted in a half smile.  So what the fuck are
you doing here now?
She walked across the room, the click of her heels marking each step.
 That's more like the Jack I know. She traced the elegant carving of ice he'd
crafted on the wall during a particularly dark night.  Northern lights? She
raised an eyebrow.  You're getting soft, brother. Humans, art, next you'll be
redecorating your winter home for children. You've turned domestic. She spat
the word at him as though it were a curse.
 What are you doing here, Jane? He crossed his arms.
 Fighting with you isn't as fun as it used to be. Her voice turned petulant.
 Do you remember my temper, sister?
She tossed her blonde hair over a shoulder and sighed.  Yes, I know. That's
why I'm here. The death of the world is upon us if you don't control it.
 What?
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Dawn Montgomery
 Look around you, brother. Have you noticed the how uncontrollable the
weather is at the moment? How your neglect has triggered an almost
unstoppable storm?
 I didn't do any of this.
 Who did? Your enemies? Give me a break, Jack. I have a thousand beings
lined up at my fucking door looking for your head because of this shit. What the
hell have you been doing the past twenty-five years? Fucking around! She
threw her hands up.
 The world is tired of winter.
 So what? You quit controlling the elements. Outside of some minor tweaks,
and your constant driving on the winter currents, I don't see you lifting a finger
to do your damn job anymore."
 So what if I did quit? What the fuck difference does it make anymore? They
love the warmer winters with no snow.
 You fucked with the order, Jack.
 I can fix it.
 You'd better, or she's going to be the first to die.
Jack gathered the winter.  No one threatens Nicollete. He shot the frigid
winds against her, arcing around her body and trapping her in an ice cage
against the floor.
She slammed the prison open, shattering the ice and launched at him.  I own
the winter. Or have you forgotten. Ice formed on her fingers sharper than any
blade. She swung her arm and he deflected her hit with a shield of ice.  I haven't
done anything to your little princess yet, idiot.
He slammed her back and she hit the wall, slamming into his ice sculpture. It
shattered around her and she dropped to the ground gasping for air. He
continued stalking toward her, ready for another round.  She's fevered. The
dreams were your warning.
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Del Fantasma: Winter Break
 I sent the warning. Twice, you thick headed bastard. You ignored it the first
time. She rose, using the wall to brace her body.  I'm not killing her, Jack. She
blasted him with spikes of ice. He deflected them easily, carefully shielding
Nicollete from harm with a barrier of wind and ice.
He slipped through the next round of spikes, dodging them and deflecting
those he couldn't get around. Jack had her by the throat and against the wall
before she could call her snow beasts. While they couldn't do more than
temporarily maim him, they could do worse to Nicollete. Ice filled Jack's veins
and he breathed snow against her cheek. His vision shifted to white and the
currents of the room were like strings to a master's fingertips. His fingertips.
 Who, sister dear? Who is killing my Nicollete?
Her eyes changed back to ice blue. Fear flickered in their depths. No, they
couldn't kill one another, but he'd make her recovery very painful.
She met him, nose to nose, glare for glare. "You are."
"I would never hurt her."
"You stupid shit. She's tied to the winter magic of the world. It's what keeps
her from turning into a human-cicle whenever you touch her. She's winter-
blessed. And you're killing off the fucking winter."
"Impossible."
"Right. Because I come to visit you out of sisterly affection." She didn't fight
back, just stared, waiting.
"Why are you here?"
"Because I'm the only thing standing between you and a forced resignation
of your post. You're about to overthrown due to your arrogance and lack of
respect for the balance of elements."
He tilted his head and blinked slowly. "And what would that mean for you,
sister dearest?"
"Death for us both, idiot. We're tied together by more than blood and you
know it."
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Dawn Montgomery
He knew well what they were tied by. Twins, soul marked to be split for
eternity, and as different as night and day.
"You're lying."
She snorted and gathered the elements around her. "I may be a lot of things,
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