could last days. It could dump three feet.”
Lorcan, lingering near the brazier, grunted.
“Even once the snow stops, there will be that
to contend with. Soldiers losing toes and
fingers to the cold and wet.”
Aelin’s smile vanished entirely. “I’ll melt
as much as I can.”
She would. She’d bring herself to the edge
of burnout to do it. But together, if they linked
their powers, the force of Rowan’s magic
might be enough to melt a path. To keep the
army warm.
“We’ll still have an army who arrives at
Orynth exhausted,” Gavriel said, rubbing his
jaw.
How many days had Rowan seen him gaze
northward, toward the son who fought in
Orynth? Wondering, no doubt, if Aedion still
lived.
“They’re professionals,” Fenrys said drily.
lily
(lily)
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