“Sorin?” “Yes, Love. I’m here.” “You made it stop,” she breathed. She held his gaze, relief and focus sharpening in her eyes. “I’m glad I could help,” he replied with a tight smile. “You made it stop,” she murmured again. She reached a hand up and tentatively touched his lips. Frost coated her fingertips, and the cold against his skin sent a chill down his spine. A half grin kicked up on his mouth, and he huffed a breath onto them, breathing out his magic. The frost melted instantly.
