I kissed him.
He didn’t respond.
I slapped him.
He didn’t even twitch.
“LUCIEN!”
I didn’t think. I simply reached.
To the ice that Lucien had tried to melt out of me.
To the power that would rather see me dead.
It answered like my worst enemy.
It tore through my veins, smashed apart my bones, and surged free with black, destructive frost.
It hurt. It burned. I was never meant to hold this much power.
But it obeyed my plea.
It accepted my bargain.
I screamed as I forced every last polar shard into Lucien, arrowing it directly into his heart. It crashed into him like a blade.
Frost webbed over his skin, racing over his shoulders, and across his fracturing face. His body seized, arching off the bed as coldness clashed violently with the dying remnants of his fire.
Blood trickled from my nose as other things broke inside me.
I coughed up black tar as I forced the ice to bring him back. “You don’t get to leave me either.”
He jerked again.
Then crashed down and didn’t move.
The ash on his skin continued to flake, hovering over his body.
Lucien.I closed my eyes, searching for him down the bond.Please, please come back. Don’t leave me.
He didn’t reply and that wonderful bridge that stitched us into one exploded into a million tinkling pieces.
Everything went dark.
Everything went silent.
Run!
Pushing off the bed, I flew barefoot out the door.
For help.
For hope.
For him.
Chapter Thirty-Four
