My heart pounds with his words, and he drops his hand to press it over the organ, as if he can feel its pulse. “Your heart has changed. Bit by bit. The Cold Queen isn’t so cold anymore.” His words leave me trembling, but then I let out a confession that feels like it’s been scraped raw from my depths. “I don’t want to be cold anymore, Dommik.” His eyes soften. “I know.”
