Maisie
I gasped, pain ripped through my chest.
Quinlan's smile vanished.
The room flickered, like the surface of a mirage. Everything blurred at the edges. The sunlight darkened, and everything felt cold, so cold.
My fingers were encased in ice, and for one insane moment, Quinlan and Jericho weren't with me. They were outside some kind of cocoon made of ice, slamming into it again and again, while every dent they made just got mended with more ice crystals.
"May?"
I blinked and Quinlan was holding my face.
I stared at him. Everything was back to normal. The cold was gone and I could feel the soft, comforting touch of the sun rays streaming through the windows.
Something was wrong.
The thought barely settled before Soren came striding in through the large double doors.
There was a baby carrier strapped across his broad chest. A dark-haired little girl slept against him, her tiny cheek pressed to his heart, one chubby fist curled into the fabric of his official jacket.
