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“Not my king, but okay.”
she doesn’t move like humans, or like us. She stands too still, sometimes. Like a statue. It’s unnerving.”
He reached out to touch my wrist, but when he did, it felt as if pure ice had been injected straight into my arm.
Oh god, there it is
I stared at it, entranced. But when I reached out to put it on, I gasped and yanked my hand back. I stared down at my fingers. They were blistered, like I’d been burned. I cursed under my breath. “Is this because Torin doesn’t like me?” She shook her head, and her brow furrowed. “I don’t understand. Torin wanted me to give it to you. He wants you to win.” I pressed my burned hand against the icy stone wall to cool it.
