Chloe's POVPaul froze, his face turning a shade of white that usually belongs on a morgue slab."That's impossible... impossible!" He backed away, stammering, staring at the crystal in my hand like it was a cursed object.I ignored him, my hand steady as a rock.I guided the last of the crystal's lingering frost into the contours of the boy's forehead, sealing the treatment.This was the final step. As the violent, internal heat was fully suppressed, the little boy's eyes finally fluttered open.They were a striking, liquid gold, framed by unnervingly long lashes.He looked up at me silently. He was still pale, but that eerie, crimson glow beneath his skin had completely gone dark.After a beat of dead silence, the crowd erupted into a wave of disbelief and cheers.I packed the ice crystal back into my kit and snapped it shut. "He's fine now," I said flatly."The kid hasn't said a word since he woke up," Paul sneered from the sidelines, desperate to save face. "Who's to say your litt
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