The air in the Library of Light felt sharp and icy, like someone had cracked open a window in the dead of winter. June tried to wiggle her fingers, but they wouldn’t budge—they were weighed down, numb. She glanced at her hands and nearly screamed, but it got stuck somewhere in her throat. Smooth white marble was spreading up her skin, starting at her fingertips and crawling fast toward her wrists. It was cold as death, hard as bone, and she knew—she just knew—it wasn’t ever leaving.
“Dante! Help me!” Her voice came out broken, barely more than a gasp.
Dante spun around and his horror was instant. He dropped the metal bar he’d been holding and scrambled across the floor, knees smacking against the marble with a sharp thud. He grabbed her hands, skin to stone, desperately rubbing, trying t
