Snow walked back to the guest room and sat down on the king-size bed, her eyes drooping slightly, and she remembered Logan's words about the library, and a sigh escaped her lips.
She stared at her hands, her lashes fluttering again. A lot of things felt really off. The library had stirred something in her thoughts, and she sniffed. Her powers were basically back—taking control, crawling on her skin, changing almost everything.
She didn’t want the powers. She never asked for them. They made her fell confused, dulled her senses, and changed her. She averted her gaze to the floor. She could feel it—the intense cold atmosphere. They were back.
Her eyes gradually turned cold. Her lips trembled slightly, becoming chapped. Her hair changed too, and a bitter smile curved on her lips.
Great! An
