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I scream as the skin is seared from my flesh and agony engulfs me.  And then something incredible happens. Frost forms over my skin, instantly dousing the pain and the heat.  I stare in astonishment at my cradled forearm as the frost glistens and shines, solidifying into ice and reversing the angry red burn.
Of Frost and Feather (Flame Cursed Fae, #2)
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