Chapter 80

Iris

Even though the battle around me is moving fast, time is slowing down around me since my brain is taking its time to think and assess the situation.

Time is mending. Slow and sharp all at once. There’s no longer snow circling down from the sky. I can no longer see my cold breath. All I can focus on is Zyra and the blackened snow under her shoes.

Zyra is watching me too. Her black gown fits in