Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 9]

My eyes snapped open as I felt ice creep over my wrist and hand, the one she'd caught and squeezed tightly. My fingers wanted to snap open and drop the dagger, but I couldn't. Mt entire limb was freezing over.

"I really am sorry," she said. "I can't control myself. I can only follow his instructions. I'll try to make it painless."

By freezing me alive and then shattering me into pieces. Panic rushed through me as the ice reached my elbow. I could no longer move anything beyond it – nor feel it. My other fist buried itself in her stomach, but Willow simply grunted once and ignored it. Meanwhile, the ice reached my shoulder, close enough to my face that I could feel my cheek burn. My blood felt cold, too, my entire body shutting down.

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Feeling was slow to come back, and when it did it was pure agony, coursing up and down my arm. The skin was blackened in places, especially my fingers.

No weapon and my right hand now so damaged I struggled to open and close my hand. I could, but it was clumsy and slow. No dextrous work for me, let alone wielding a weapon. I had to pass the dagger into my left hand, and nearly cried out when the act of prying the hilt from the palm of my hand caused my skin to stretch and tear. A little blood oozed from the wound.

—Forged Destiny [Book 6: Ch. 9]