Theea
and let the words fall out
I’m determined to slip past the Warden’s defenses. There’s no chance of reaching him head-on, so I dart from cover to cover, breath sharp in the cold. I peek over the top of a drift just in time to hear Snow gathers heavy in my gloves as I crouch low, waiting for Damien to catch up. I flash him a quick, vulpine grin—like we’re conspirators in some grand heist—and then—
A shadow passes overhead.
I glance up and yelp, diving aside, but too late. A massive sheet of snow comes crashing down, burying Damien and me alike. I shriek when the icy weight slithers down my jacket, cold searing through my thick hair to my neck.
I shake myself off, sputtering, and then laugh despite myself. As irritating as it is, it’s funny.
"Cheating!" I call, voice bright with mock indignation—because when is a snowball fight ever fair? Catching Damien’s eye, I give him a sharp little nod, trying to school my grin into something ridiculously serious. "If we hit him from both sides, maybe we land one. That’s all I need. Just one hit." I bite my lip, glancing toward Deimos where he makes his stand. "Go!"
I break into a sprint, heart pounding, pushing past the fortress the Sword has built. One snowball sails from my hand—then, gods help me, I dive for the fortress itself, hoping my weight is enough to topple a portion of it onto him.
Unless he pulls another magic trick. Which he probably will. Wish me luck.
honestly, i want to see you be brave
