Back For My Throne And Your Luna
His chest rose and fell in jagged breaths.
"Your skin," he whispered, almost to himself, his voice raspy. "You're freezing. But your pulse... it's racing."
"Let go of me," I gasped, wincing as the heat of his palm clashed violently with the sudden, unnatural chill running through my veins. "Please, Rune. Let go."
"You deflected my fire," he muttered, completely ignoring my plea, his gaze dropping to the floor where the ice was slowly melting into puddles. "Nobody survives that. Nobody blocks it. It is meant to incinerate. And you... you turned it to glass."