Sable's POV
Somebody dragged me back from the fire pit. I don't even remember who. One second the whole camp was scattering from ice climbing up their boots, and the next I was on my knees in the dirt outside my tent, shaking so hard my teeth clattered together.
"Breathe," Ivy kept saying, over and over, kneeling in front of me with both hands on my shoulders. "Sable, look at me. Breathe."
"I hurt him," I said. "I could've hurt him."
"You didn't. He's fine. Scared, mad, but fine." She squeezed my shoulders. "You need to calm down. The cold's still coming off you."
I looked down at my hands. Frost clung to my fingertips, thin white lines creeping along my skin like it hadn't gotten the message that the danger was over.
It took a long time for it to fade. Longer than I wanted to admit,
