Ember Frost’s POV

The cold was the first thing I felt.

It wasn’t the gentle kind that goes away when you pull a blanket over your head. But a strong, biting cold that seemed to sink straight into my bones.

Half-asleep, I drew my knees to my chest, hugging myself, trying to hold on to whatever warmth I could find.

Where’s my blanket…?

I shifted slightly, still wrapped in that heavy fog of sleep, searching with numb hands. Nothing. No thick fabric, nothing that could produce warmth, ...