Ember Frost’s POVOrion pulled me into a warm embrace, as if he wanted to merge our souls together.We nestled together among the daisies, our hands entwined, our foreheads resting against each other, like young wolf pups huddling for warmth."Winter flowers, really? This is incredible." I gently plucked a petal from the flower. "I guess magic isn’t completely useless after all. At least it lets you feel the warmth of spring, even in the coldest winter."Orion carefully picked a soft blue daisy, placed it behind my ear, and murmured, "Exactly. The world’s filled with both good and wicked individuals, but unfortunately, there are only a handful of evil witches and wizards—like the dead leaves in a stream.""But you see," he continued, "those dead leaves, as rare as they are, always catch the eye. People talk about streams, and all they see are the leaves, never noticing the clear water and vibrant fish swimming beneath."As he spoke, I thought of Eira. She was calm, but she had a stren
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