"I don't care about the food!" Shelia snapped, her patience wearing thin. "Can we just get her to wake up already? This whole thing is ridiculous. All this freezing, and for what?"
Before anyone could reply, Cyrus's voice broke through the tension like a cold wind slicing through the air. "I'm done," he said, his tone finally a little less strained than before. He pulled his hands away from Isabella, a sigh escaping him. The air around him shimmered with a faint, icy glow that quickly dissipated, leaving the room colder than before.
"You're done?" Kian asked, his voice skeptical but edged with urgency. "You've been doing this for hours. Is it really enough?"
Cyrus met his gaze with a calm that contrasted Kian's concern. "I've regulated her spirit," he said, his voice calm, almost detached. "Her temperature is balanced now. She should wake up in a few minutes."
