Warm Up (Villains, #0.5)

by V.E. Schwab

All David could think of was that cold, and how badly he wanted to warm up.

nearly a year without prying eyes was bound to make the world seem full of them.

“The son of man,” he said softly, bringing his hand to the wood, “shall send forth his angels, and they shall gather out of his kingdom all that offend.” His hand fell away from the door. “And cast them into a furnace of fire.”