I entered Zayne's office and saw the door was open. As I approach, I can see him brow frowning and he lies in a state of fitful sleep.

A thin layer of frost spread from the edge of the window to cover the lower right corner of the glass. I quickly take care to quiet my movements.

He then suddenly opens his eyes and suddenly grabs hold of my hands. 'why is his hand so cold?'

I then spoke up and took a glance at Zayne with a concerned expression. "Zayne, Are you all right?"