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.
