Chapter Twenty-Four
Lacey rolled and coughed. She struggled to open her eyes and when she did, the acidic smoke in the air stung, making her close them again. She pulled the covers up over her nose and mouth and forced her eyes open again. Fear poured through her when she saw the flames licking at the ceiling. She rolled toward the other side of the bed, her hand frantically seeking Frost.
“Frost!” Lacey cried, crawling up onto her knees and across the bed. “Frost!”
The sound of frantic barking echoed through the smoke. Lacey fell to the floor disoriented. Waves of heat made the room look like it was moving. She knew she should use her magic to put the fire out, but there was something else in the smoke. Something that was making her sleepy.
“Frost!” Lacey called out again, covering he
