Natalie's POV
I did not remember killing the guards. Not really. There were flashes. Images. A man raising his weapon. My hand is lifting. The sound of ice cracking through bone. But it felt distant like I was watching someone else do terrible things while I floated somewhere above my own body.
What I did remember was rage. Pure and burning despite the cold that had taken over my veins. Rage for my mother who died screaming in a dungeon. Rage for eighteen years of being treated like I was worthless. Rage for every person who had looked at me and seen nothing but something to use or sell or break.
And I remembered the exact moment when my Winter Blood stopped asking permission and simply took over.
Now I was walking through the facility and every door I approached froze solid and shatte
