Ember Frost’s POV

The weather hadn't changed at all. It was as though the day had simply decided to stay suspended in time.

Soft white clouds drifted across a pale, washed-out sky while a gentle breeze brushed against my skin. It wasn't cold, only cool enough to make the air feel fresh and impossibly light. I liked it more than I expected.

There was something freeing about it. For a moment, I imagined stretching out wherever I happened to be—on an open field, beside a quiet shore, or ...