Donahue
At the sound of his voice behind me, I create a solid shield of ice and fire around Fraya and myself and send a blast of wind at my father. I watch as he goes flying backwards, but he never hits the ground, only disappears and then reappears a few feet in front of us. “How does it feel son, knowing you are the one killing her.” He asks with a laugh. I feel sick at his words, looking back at Fraya to see her on the ground, her eyes looking at me pleadingly, but for what she is pleading, I don’t know. “Watch that fear in her eyes.” He says and I choke on the vomit forcing its way up my throat.
“Don’t. Listen. To. Him.” Fraya says between hard breathes. I reach out to touch her face, but pull back when I feel her cold skin. How badly is she hurt? I close my eyes and try to feel for
