When that faint look of understanding appeared, Grey suddenly stopped moving. The realization hit him so sharply that even the blue ice rapidly crawling across his skin became nothing more than background noise. Frost cracked over his arms, spreading like living veins of winter, but Grey didn't spare it a single glance.
The young woman noticed the shift immediately. Her cold smile widened, the corners of her lips lifting with a chilling confidence. Without hesitation, she tapped the center of her forehead, and a breath of pale, frigid mist spilled out of her mouth. The mist was so faint it looked like a ghost, something that could be scattered by the slightest breeze, something harmless… yet deadly.
But despite its delicacy, the mist flashed forward with terrifying speed, reaching Grey in the blink of an eye.
