Of Frost and Fire
CHAPTER 18
“All the world is made of faith, and trust, and pixie dust.”
― J.M. Barrie,
Dean's P.O.V
I wanted it to act cool, but i never learned how to chill, when I have always been cold inside.
Fire scorches across my back as I twist away from the witch's claws. Her venom is particularly potent, slowing my reactions and dimming my vision.
"On your right!" Joe leaps for her, sword swinging, but she disappears in a black plume and cackles with glee.
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