Fay's hands hesitantly traced over her skin, gliding over the curves of her chest, her stomach, her arms.
Then she gasped.
"Young Master Riley… it's gone!"
Her voice trembled with disbelief.
She sat up suddenly, running her hands over herself once more as if to confirm what she was feeling.
The icy chill that had plagued her for so long, the unbearable cold that had made her body feel like it did not belong to her—it had completely vanished.
Tears welled up in her eyes before spilling over, warm and uncontrollable.
She clasped her hands over her mouth, trying to suppress the sobs of relief that threatened to escape.
"It's really… gone…" she whispered, her voice thick with emotion.
Riley observed her quietly, his expression unreadable.
But then, his voice cut through her daze once more.
"It's not over yet," he said calmly.
"Save your tears for later. We're only halfway through."
Fay's breath hitched.
Halfway through?
