My Sweetest Revenge: Sleeping with the Alpha King
"I can smell the ozone."
We reached a narrow fissure in the cliff face. Inside, the wind died down, replaced by a suffocating, unnatural silence.
The cave was vast, its walls glittering with blue crystals. And there, in the center, on a pedestal of pure, unblemished ice, grew a single flower.
It was white, but its veins pulsed with a faint, rhythmic blue light. It looked like a beating heart.
The Heart of the Frozen Mountain.
"There it is," I whispered, sliding down from Killian’s back. My legs were numb, but the sight of the cure gave me a surge of adrenaline.