Page 54 of Let It Snow
"It’ll come back?" I ask, almost disappointedly.
"Yes. To heal it fully would take more than a touch. It would require something… deeper."
He doesn’t explain how deep. And I don’t ask. Something in me is already too stirred, too fired up. I’m not ready to face that yet.
"Snow, I have so much power I could kill every human within a mile, level the streets and the houses and the trees, turn it all to rubble. But Ican’tdestroy the mental block in my own mind. And you… you lift it with just a touch?"
He tilts his head slightly, almost playfully.
"My power is nothing like yours."
"How did you make all those glowing fish, the tiny butterflies?"
He gives me a small smile.
"More important: did you like them?"
"Yes. Though for a second I thought I was losing my mind."
Snow smiles, slowly raises his hand, and holds it flat in the air, as if offering me something on his palm. Suddenly, something blooms there, at first resembling a tiny flower made of pure, golden light. But then I see what form it takes. A tiny, glowing dragon. Its wings are beautiful, not quite dragon-like, more like fairy wings, delicate and radiant with light.
I stare at it, fascinated.
The dragon moves across Snow’s hand, and without thinking, I lift my own hand. The dragon hops onto it. It exhales tiny ‘puffs’ of light, like little glowing clouds. It seems almost real, alive, and so beautiful.
"That butterfly you held on your hand on the porch… was that made by you too?"
Snow nods.
I look at the glowing dragon for a while, and then, I don’t even know why, I slowly close my hand around it… I feel this urge to absorb it, to… devour it. I know it’s absurd, but I can’t stop myself.
When I open my hand again, the dragon is gone.
All that’s left is a shimmering dust that floats in the air like it’s caught in bursts of wind…
It swirls, coloring itself in all the shades of the rainbow, flying up into the sky above us.
"Wow…" I murmur, but then my eyes drift back to Snow’s face, studying him for a moment.
His gaze lowers to my mouth.
Slowly, he leans toward me, and the very surface of our lips brushes lightly, fleetingly.
Then, I remember something very… stressful.
I frown. The question slips out of me before I can stop it.
"Did you see what I’ve got in the bathroom?"
I see a wide grin spread across his face. He tilts his head and raises his eyebrows.
"You mean the dildo? Sure. What about it?"
I open my mouth to answer, but just then I hear footsteps from the house. I look up to see Lake and Aiden coming toward us.
Abashed, I quickly slide off Snow’s hips.
The moment I lose contact with him, a familiar wave of heaviness hits me.
