Emotive's eyes kept going back to him.
She tried looking at the snow drifting through the broken roof of the Heart. At the dead chains hanging in the dark. At the splintered white throne. Every time, her gaze slid right back to him, as if he were the only grand thing left in existence.
Noah sat on the fractured throne with his chin resting on two fingers. Frost lined the left side of his jaw. A streak of snow-white ran through his hair. When he breathed out, his breath fell as snow, and around his body, his seas of blue-gold cloud turned slow and heavy, event horizons blinking open and shut along his forearms.
He looked tired and not!
Her chest was overflowwing!
