Chapter 142

The night air cut sharp as we stepped out of the infirmary.

Snow crunched underfoot, brittle in the cold, and above us the moon hung swollen and bright — not yet full, but close enough that I could feel Myrk restless inside me, her presence like white fire under my skin.

Lyrra was already giving orders. She moved quickly for someone so small, her braided hair swinging behind her as she strode towa