Chapter 15
The room went dead quiet. I let out a sob, and pushed the bowl away from me, the chill in my fingertips nothing compared to the cold dread that now filled my chest.
Condensation now turned to ice, the bowl slid easily across the table, coming to a dead stop in Dorian’s hand. Silently, he picked it up and inspected the damage. All eyes were on him, on the bowl. Asking. Wondering.
“I’ve never seen anything like it,” he said in a voice approaching awe.
His words broke the spell in the room and everyone leapt into action. My father started barking out orders. People rushed to get more bowls from a cabinet, filling them with water, trying to get in touch with the rest of the team members in Timber valley, any Guards that might be in nearby areas. Mireia hurried from the room to a
