The fireplace was dark and cold. Hazel hugged her chest as if to keep the piece of firewood from jumping into the hearth. “Is that—” “Yeah,” Frank said. “That’s it.” “That’s what?” Percy asked. Hazel’s expression was sympathetic, but that just made Frank feel worse. He remembered how terrified, how repulsed she had looked when he had summoned Gray. “It’s the fireplace,” he told Percy, which sounded stupidly obvious.
