Laurel's brows drew together slightly as her hand remained pressed against the ice, her breathing turning uneven as the warmth she had felt a moment ago was gradually replaced by a biting cold that seeped into her skin and spread deeper into her body, as if something was being pulled out from the frozen body and forced into hers.
Her fingers began to tremble as a sharp gasp escaped her lips, her shoulders tensing as her face twisted in pain while the frost on Alexander's body slowly began to thin, the layers cracking and loosening as the ice weakened under her touch.
The cold did not remain on the surface, they all moved inside her like an invasive force.
Laurel's lips parted slightly as another breath hitched in her throat, her body beginning to shiver as the chill spread through her veins, her instincts urging her to pull back, to stop before it became too much, yet she did not move her hand away.
