Darrow cut him a steely look. “Tell the
other lords.” He surveyed Aedion from his
mud-splattered boots to his unwashed hair.
“And get some rest.”
Aedion didn’t bother responding as he
urged his horse into a gallop, the stallion
charging through the snow without hesitation.
A fine, proud beast that had served him well.
Aedion squinted at the wailing snow as it
whipped his face. They needed to build shelter
—and fast.
At dawn, he’d go to Darrow’s meeting.
With the other lords.
And Aelin in tow.
A foot of snow fell overnight, blanketing the
tents, smothering fires, and setting the
soldiers sleeping shoulder to shoulder to
conserve warmth.
Lysandra had shivered in her tent, despite