Fantasy of Frost (The Tainted Accords, #1)

by Kelly St. Clare

Moving in a stupor, I stand and use all my weight to pull the arrow out. I snap off the end. I lean over and wipe the blood from his mouth and pull up my veil to kiss his blue lips. We were going to kiss without the veil between us. The feel of his cold skin shatters the deepest part of me, but my tears have run out.

I gasp as memories of last night rip through my mind, tearing it apart. I put one hand over my mouth. A terrible wailing sound fills the air, and I wonder where it comes from. When I take a breath, the sound halts and I realize the haunting sound is coming from me.

I don’t care if they think me crazy. I cannot imagine ever caring again.

I no longer care. I did not care about Osolis, I did not care about becoming Tatum and I certainly did not care about what Kedrick’s brother would do to me. Without Kedrick it was all pointless.

Osolis or Glacium, I will feel empty wherever I am.

Why had one of the few things which made me happy, been ripped away so cruelly?