Sable's POV
"Breathe," Ivy said, kneeling in front of me, both hands wrapped around mine, around the knife, around the frost spreading further down my wrist by the second. "Just breathe. Panicking is only going to make it worse."
"I'm trying." My teeth had started chattering, though the morning wasn't cold enough to explain it. "It won't let go, Ivy."
"I know. I've got you." She didn't loosen her grip, but her voice dropped steady, calm in a way that felt deliberate, like she was fighting to keep it that way. "Whatever's happening, it's coming from you, not the blade. So you're the one who has to stop it."
"How?"
"I don't know. But you healed Bram without knowing how either. Figure it out."
I closed my eyes, tried to focus on anything other than the cold burning into my palm. I thoug
