All Prim’s bravado crashed to the floor like shattered glass. 

The Ice god was no longer icy, or bored, or aloof. He looked attentive, his eyes were focused, and he looked very interested, very interested in her.

She found herself stepping back. 

The way he was looking at her now frightened her. 

He looked like he was aware of every single strand of her hair blowing in the wind from the open balcony, aware of her accelerated heartbeat, the smell of fear from her pores.

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