A massive wall of mist sprung from nothing and the air grew thicker by the second. Slowly, the area around me faded into blistering cold mist. The air was so dense that I could feel my nose standing up, desperate for any kind of warmth. A hand reached through the mist, and grabbed my glove. It was Aria. I tried to make out her features, and if Caen was behind or in front of us, but the fog was so thick that I couldn’t even manage that.
I felt Aria drag me as I realized in horror what was happening. The wind was blowing away our cover. I heard the crunching of boots in front as she picked up the pace, beginning to run. Then I felt the whizzing of a crossbow bolt. Another. Another. Three more. Another.
They were blind firing into the mist.
“I thought you said this was safe,” I whispered t
