The Frozen Heart
"This is not simple frost. This is witchcraft."
"How would you know?" Lukas muttered from the floor, still rubbing his throat after what had happened earlier.
"Because I read, Lukas, not just growl," I shot back without looking at him. "There was a record in my mother’s library about the northern clans, Rowan. The curse called Frozen Breath. If you use fire against it, you only speed it up. The flesh will crack from the heat."
I knelt beside the sentry. My hands trembled, but I took a deep breath.
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