Leah
Not a sound from Darien. Not a trick of magic. The golden lion opened its jaws and released a roar that shook the air with enough force to press against my chest. The sound rolled outward in concentric waves, echoing off the coliseum walls, shaking loose snow from the railings, vibrating through the stone beneath our feet.
A rush of warm air circled us. It swept around Darien and me in a spiral, pressing my dress against my legs, lifting loose strands of hair from my face. I felt Darien's grip tighten on my hand. He pulled me closer, his body shielding mine on instinct, his silver eyes wide. He didn't understand what was happening. Neither did I.
The snowflakes stopped.
Not slowly, the way a storm dies down. All at once. Every flake suspended in the air froze, hung motionless for
