It was funny. Until recently, I’d never really cared about or even noticed the cold. I was the Ice Queen, after all. Cold, alone, isolated, aloof. It felt comforting. The control over my surroundings and the people who’d intrude in on my solitude was soothing. Tangling with Asher Martino had changed that. I felt freed from my bindings, like a pinned butterfly that had suddenly shaken free from its board and realized it wasn’t dead after all. It was a frightening and odd feeling. It felt dangerous. Like an addiction I couldn’t afford to have.
