Seemingly unaffected by the cry of pain or the failed attempt to elicit sympathy from her, Sandy kept pushing, even as Syreni wobbled and she could feel the other agent starting to lose consciousness. She pressed her teeth together, back against the wall beside the door now because of how far the frost had spread.
As Syreni passed out, still having not yielded, Sandy suppressed her frustration at herself for not pushing hard enough, at Cal for stopping her from using the power that would have removed the snow-baby from the running completely, at Scotty for choosing Syreni over Sandy and at Syreni for not just doing what she was told.
She looked at the unconscious woman for a moment before she shivered. It was cold.
Pushing her fingers through her hair, Sandy moved out of the common area on her floor and headed outside for fresh air, to clear her own slightly spinning head. She wiped her hand under her nose, clearing away the faint trickle of blood and left Syreni where she’d collapsed on the floor, surrounded by the aftermath of her ice storm, not even sparing a glance over her shoulder.