Cressida's pov The dreams came again that night.I was standing in the middle of a frozen lake and the ice was black and the sky was dark and the world was silent. The cold seeped up through my bare feet and the frost climbed my legs and the ice spread across my skin. I tried to move and I could not. I tried to speak and I could not. I tried to breathe and the air was too thin and the cold was too deep.Then I heard the voice.It was soft and distant and familiar. It came from somewhere deep in the ice and somewhere deep in my chest and somewhere deep in my bones.You are changing.I shook my head and the ice cracked beneath my feet.You are becoming."No," I whispered.You cannot stop it."I can."You cannot.The ice shattered and I fell into the dark water and the cold swallowed me whole.I woke up gasping.The fire was burning and the candles were flickering and the room was warm. But the cold was still there. Deep inside me. Waiting. I pressed my hand to my chest and my heart was
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