Nyx's POV
"Stop." My voice was shaking. I knew he was just making it up. I could feel it through the bond. But I couldn't stop the way I was feeling.
"Let's talk about the day you wanted to make us public and I threw a fit." Another step closer. "I told you I didn't want you to be bullied—especially when I wasn't even a binder yet. But the truth is, I never planned a life with you. I only tried you because I wanted to know how the forbidden fruit tasted."
The ice spread up my arms, coating my skin in crystalline patterns.
"I said stop."
"Make me stop." His voice was quiet now, but cutting. "Use that anger. That hurt. That feeling of being rejected and abandoned and told you're not enough. Channel it, Nyx. Don't explode with it. Direct it."
The ice magic was building inside me, desperate to break free, to freeze everything in rage and pain—
'Focus,' Frost commanded. 'Feel the anger. Acknowledge it. Now give it purpose. Give it form. Make it obey you.'
