Ember Frost’s POV

I couldn’t even make sense of what just happened. “What have you done?” I asked, my voice coming out rough.

The High Priestess only chuckled like it was all a game. With a slow sweep of her hand, the ground answered her—dried bones, metal shards, and crystal dust twisting together until they formed several rough carriages.

“I told you already,” she said, calmly. “Everything you are will be taken… until my lord is fully repaid.”

Another flick of her ...