The cold was the first thing to vanish.
One moment, it had wrapped around Sienna like a death grip, seeping into her bones, drowning her in something ancient and unrelenting. The next, it receded like a tide, leaving her breathless and trembling on the stone floor.
Her fingers twitched. Her heartbeat pounded erratically, too fast, too strong. Her lungs burned as though she had been suffocating. She gasped, sucking in air like it might not be there the next second.
Warm hands gripped her shoulders. Kael.
His voice was taut with alarm. "Sienna. Talk to me. What the hell just happened?"
She blinked up at him, her vision unfocused. His dark eyes were locked on hers, searching. For what, she wasn't sure. Proof that she was still herself? That whatever had just passed through her hadn't taken something with it?
"I…" Her voice came out hoarse. "I don't know."
But she did.
