CHAPTER 16

Darrow was waiting on horseback atop a hill
when the army finally arrived at nightfall. A
full day’s march, the snow and wind whipping
them for every damned mile.
Aedion, atop his own horse, broke from the
column of soldiers aiming for the small camp
and galloped across the ice-crusted snow to
the ancient lord. He gestured with a gloved
hand to the warriors behind him. “As
requested: we’ve arrived.”
Darrow barely glanced at Aedion as he
surveyed the soldiers making camp.
Exhausting, brutal work after a long day, and