Chapter 85 A Frost Always Bites

• My mother’s ghostly voice echoed in my ears again. I now recognize it as the voice of my mysterious cold flames. “Did you know about Mother’s gift? Those cold flames that I strike you with?”
• My father snarled, but there was sorrow that crossed his face. “It’s a rare gift. It ranges from silver to dark blue, depending on whether you want to burn someone with coldness or freeze someone to ashes.”
• “So you knew?” I clenched my fist and controlled my rising anger.