The Crown Of Ash and Silver
“It’s solid.”
Seraphina’s stomach dropped.
His eyes lifted to hers, searching, not accusing but seeing too much. “This isn’t normal.”
“No,” she said quietly. “It isn’t.”
For a moment, neither spoke. The night pressed close, the garden glittering like crystal around them.
Cale sheathed his sword. “Are you in danger?”
The question startled her. “What?”
“You’re trembling,” he said simply. “And the frost, it doesn’t feel like something you meant to do.”