True Warmth

Dakshana was frozen. This was it, this was the end. Those other creatures - they had won. They’d trapped her in their game and now she was going to die here. Die in a world without true sunlight, without true warmth.

True warmth.

And suddenly she remembered fingertips ghosting up her spine. All it took was a little twitch of her finger, and suddenly Chadstone reeled back with a cry. His arm was on fire. He reacted quickly, hit the ground rolling to put it out, but by then Dakshana had a weapon, and the other soldiers were afraid of her.