Chapter 43

Valerica's POV

Sylvia's once delicate face was smeared with blood, silver-blue coagulated blood resembling ice shards embedded in her skin.

She grimaced at the copper mirror. "I get your mom's logic, but Garrick's a frozen ingrate."

Conrad yanked off a bloodied bandage to rewrap his arm wound, his wolf tail restlessly slapping the bed's edge. "If it were me, I'd have led the Glacierclaw guards to