I gasped awake. It felt like I hadn’t taken a deep breath in an eternity. Every part of me was tense and my eyes stung. My mind was a snowstorm—a whir of disorientation and bone-chattering shock. It took me a few moments to realize I was trapped.
With panic, I pressed my hands against the frosty blue wall six inches above my face. It was like a coffin made of ice!
“Help!” I banged my fists against the theoretical lid. “HELP!”
Terror pulsed through me, but after a minute of no one hearing my shouts, I forced myself to take a breath so the fright wouldn’t consume me.
Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Exhale.
Then I noticed something. Or lack of something. My hands were . . . flickering. One moment solid flesh, the next wisps of pulsing cobalt energy in the shape of hands.
Suddenly the ice wall a
