Ember Frost’s POV

Thalmyr glanced down at the hairbrush still lodged against Leo's shoulder, blood soaking through his shirt. “I’m getting rather cold,” she remarked. “Are you really going to keep me pinned here? This body belongs to your classmate, doesn’t it? Won’t you feel bad if he bleeds to death?”

“What use is a body without a soul?” I snapped. “You already took what mattered. If you have even a shred of mercy, return him.”

Thalmyr shook her head, amused. ...