And I had burned him. Yes, his words had been harsh, but he’d just been trying to force me to give rein to my temper and unleash my powers. It was my own weakness that had made me furious, my inability to meet him or the Frostbloods who were exterminating my people on equal terms. And I’d lashed out. I’d burned him right where he’d already been hurt. It made me realize that my feelings for Arcus had changed during my time at the abbey. At first, he had been just another Frostblood. But he hadn’t used his gift to hurt me. He’d used it to help me master my own, to sculpt and mold me into someone
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