Frost's POV There was this intense heaviness pressing down against my chest. I was lost in a subconscious state, in some kind of void where all I could see was a thick darkness all around. Suddenly, a voice cut through the haze. It was loud and feminine, sharp, urgent and persistent. "Frost! Frost! Wake up!" I heard. The voice called from afar. Each repetition found its way into my skull, clawing through the darkness. I was drawn to it, and was also desperate to follow it. My eyelids felt so heavy, like stone, but slowly, I struggled to open them.There she was. Rya! Her face held a medley of feelings, a mix of desperation, fear, and relief. She was ogling over me, her hair falling over her shoulders as she stared at me in disarray."Oh heavens! You're awake," her voice cracked. There was an iota of excitement in her tone, but her eyes were glassy and wet, as though tears could fall at the slightest thought. My lungs were burning. My limbs felt heavy. Every slightest movement on
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