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“Thank God,” I mutter, approaching carefully.
Then, a figure steps out from behind the creature. My breath catches in my throat.
Scorched black skin, glowing green eyes, and a smirk full of sharpened yellow teeth.
“Demon Egg-Head?” I whisper in disbelief.
“Hail, my little snowdrop,” Ignixis purrs, raising a metal canister.
“Wait—wait!” I throw my hands up, but it’s too late. A cold mist sprays into my face. I splutter in outrage, but my fury quickly gives way to icy terror. My vision blurs, my legs buckle, and I crash to my knees, my balance slipping away along with my sight.
Strong arms catch me just before I hit the ground. “How nice to see you...” the voice distorted and monstrous, fades.
Darkness swallows me whole.
Chapter 35
Alexandra
Ice
Abitingcoldpermeateseverything,sinking into my bones. No amount of shivering, teeth-chattering, or hugging myself tight wards off this bitter veil that wraps around me. My eyelids, sealed by a thin crust of ice, refuse to part until I pry them open with trembling fingers.
Was it tears that froze them shut, or that thing Demon Egg-Head sprayed in my face?
My heart pounds with fury and fear, but each breath of frigid air is like swallowing razors, stabbing at my lungs.
I scan the dazzling blue-white room reflecting the light from outside at countless angles, with frost-covered walls like a thousand broken mirrors. My frantic breaths escape myquivering body in ragged plumes, mingling with the frosty fog swirling around me.
I’m trapped in a giant freezer. The realization hits me like a gut punch. Panic flares as I try to recoil, only to be met by the harsh resistance of thick black chains clamped around my ankles, anchoring me to the ice-locked floor.
What the fuck is going on?
My outrage seethes at this injustice, my mind churning for answers, but only more questions spring to mind. I blow hot air into my numb fingers, rubbing them together for any semblance of warmth—there is none.
“Let me out!” My voice cracks, shrill with terror and frustration.
No! This freezing—I can’t take it!I’d rather plunge into that volcano than endure this agony.
I crane my neck, scanning the space. The ceiling is a translucent sheet of ice, while the walls curve inward slightly, like I’m inside some frozen dome. Ahead of me, a tunnel yawns into pitch-black nothingness. I strain to listen for any clues, wondering if the creepy Ignixis is nearby, hearing only the sound of howling wind and my own desperate breaths.
Fuck, I’m going to freeze to death here!
No! I can’t die like this! Desperation takes over, and I scream again. My voice echoes off the frozen walls as I yank at the chains with every ounce of strength I have left. My muscles burn, but the frozen links sear my skin, forcing me to let go. I collapse onto the icy floor, chest heaving, my breath coming in frantic bursts that cloud the air around me.
I’m going to end up like some forgotten vegetable in a freezer aisle. This bitter cold creeps across my body, and I resist the urge to scratch off my skin, feeling it seep into my very core like a virus infecting me. I hate it! I long for the flaming heat that sustains me and makes me feel alive—not this creeping death.
How did I even get here? Wherever here is?
It feels like hell. Worse than even the cells back on Dracoth’s hobo ship. There was dark, but at least it wasn’t this mind-numbing cold, with not even a blanket or fur for comfort.
Why is Ignixis doing this? Because of a few stupid insults?I gasp, recalling that threat he made before he left.
“We’ll be spending a lot more time together soon.”
Fuck! Is this what he meant? Sticking me in a damn freezer?Where the hell is the creepy weirdo now?
The frostbite gnaws at my skin, the cold seeping through my clothes and biting into my flesh. My backside is numb, and the pain forces me up with a ragged scream that tears at my throat.
