Duskfire Glacier blood of my blood

he let her in only to seize control the moment she struck. he was always like this—unyielding, calculating, meeting force with something sharper. clever man.

her hind legs kicked against the ice, driving them both sideways as she sought to roll free, to slip from his grasp like water through cracks in stone.

she bared her teeth, breath sharp with exertion. “slower than i remember,” she taunted, even as she fought to wrench herself loose.