Slim fingers with red, long polished nails moved over the exposed arm of another.
Frost formed over the place of contact.
A struggle.
A muffled groan, because that was all the one being put through this torture, could let out.
Nadia's mouth had been stuffed with a piece of clothing, gagged. Her hands and legs were chained to the table she was laid against.
Her eyes were wide open with the pain the cold brought her, it went deeper than the skin, she could feel it.
Kestra pulled away abruptly.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?" She turned in the direction where Collin was standing.
She had said she needed a fresh and new soul, had even specified who exactly she wanted and he had brought her to him as quickly as he could.
This man, what will he not do for his family?
A castle that was built on the clouds, was what his hope was. She prayed that he would keep staying in his delusion.
How else was she supposed to use him if he wasn't stupid and blindly hopeful?
