Compilation Of Short Stories
The air in the Solaris chamber was so cold it felt solid, a crystalline silence broken only by the whisper of falling snow outside the glacial walls. Cian, of the Frosted Veil, watched the vampire across from him. Scarlet, Emissary of the Crimson Citadel, did not shiver. Her stillness was a provocation, a silent challenge to the eternal winter he commanded.
“The terms are acceptable,” Cian said, his voice the sound of ice cracking over a deep lake. “The Sunstone in exchange for your assistance.”