Starving Butterfly (Shadowed States #2)

47. Frozen

FROZEN

Istared down at her body. She looked to be asleep, but I knew she wasn’t. My hands brushed her hair as I looked at her angelic face. There was no changing it; I knew she was dead. I could feel my hand against her cold cheek as the color leeched out of her face.

The humming was back. Silence would have been better, but all I heard was the static. My hands brushed her hair again; it looked like I had been doing that for a while.

Time blinked, moving on while I stood there frozen like her.