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Ice Queen. That's what everyone calls Dafne at school. The girl with the striking looks of a Raven Princess but whose cold-steeled touch freezes everyone in her way. Her reputation works for her and she even likes it. People don't mess with her—except for her sister's infuriatingly handsome boyfriend, Ian, who loves pushing her subzero temper to its limits.

Life in Berryford is flowing exactly as she wants it—no drama, no boy trying to get into her pants—until she starts noticing odd, glazed-eyed students everywhere. Something weird is happening and, unusual enough for her, she needs to find out why. But when people start falling into a coma with no reason, among them Dafne's sister, she decides to take the matter in her hands, because if her intuition is right, this isn't something doctors or virologists can fight. This is something…more.

With frustration and guilt leading her way, and Ian forcing himself to her side, Dafne will step onto a road that'll open her eyes to why ignorance is bliss, why hate is so close to love, and why our imagination might be the most dangerous weapon ever known.


Breakaway

Comus looked at where Ian stood and swallowed, as if what he'd found hadn't been a friendly sight. You clearly have some things to talk. I better


No! I said before he turned away. The, uh, night is short and we've already lost a lot of time.


He shot a quick glimpse in Ian's direction and, finally, decided to stay. If you insist, she-fledgling. He walked up to the bronze globe, sat down next to it on the floor and patted the spot across from him. Come here and join me, he told me, placing his feet on the opposite thighs. A lotus position I think it was called.


I didn't have to think twice. I rushed to where he'd signaled me to sit and dropped my bottom on the rug.


I heard Ian somewhere to my right, settling down with a grunt. Why can't we use chairs? Are they so offensive to you? he asked Comus a bit sullenly, and then, he mustve turned to look at me because I felt the weight of his full stare drilling a hole in my face.


Chapter 45