Chapter 12 f Cost

With each settling moment, the temperature decreased. Lower and lower, until Iggy felt chilly. But it didn’t stop there. He thought he had everything under control but then an arctic coolness washed through him. His hands were especially freezing. Assuming it was his core temperature making his hands feel so cold, he pulled them away from his body into view.

The flames were gone and replaced with a light blue swirling mist that danced around his fingers and gathered in the palms of his hands. Soft feathery movements blew in and out and in and out of his fingers in circles. It was clean and cold like a little snow cloud. Specks of frozen air sprinkled off of it as it spun around.

Then, it vanished. He blinked hard, flipped his hands over and back, but it was gone. The pain in his chest returned, just as raw and intense as it had been, and time regained its natural pace. The pants over his thighs and the lower half of his shirt were burnt away.