Ember Frost’s POV

I opened the window wide, and the memory veil surged in. It flowed around me like mist, its icy brush sending shivers across my skin.

At first, it made me want to gag. Now… I don’t know. After taking it in over and over, the taste had changed. Beneath the stale, moldy flavor, there was something faintly sweet. Subtle. A bit pleasant.

I hated to admit it, but that little sweetness kept drawing me back for more.

I reached out again.

Each time the veil tried to drag ...