“I’m sorry,” Slade whispers after what feels like a lifetime, breaking the uncomfortable silence that had stretched between us.
When I’d agreed that we wouldn’t do what Marcus was suggesting, I didn’t expect protest from him. I guess I’m not really sure what I’d expected, but two hours later, he’s offering an apology.
The bones in my ass have created a divot in the cool, damp dirt, and I silently wonder where we are. The temperature is dropping rapidly as I assume the sun sets. It’s hard to tell with no view of the outside world.
It was cool but not freezing at the academy before we set off on our mission, but the Northern territories were quickly becoming covered in thick layers of snow, with Winter bringing frigid temperatures early.
The combination of the moisture and cool air,
