She knew as well as he did by now what was happening. Neither had said it aloud to the other. Jules convinced himself that if he didn't say it out loud, it wouldn't happen. Ghia wouldn't die.
Had she convinced herself of the same? Perhaps she was just too tired to talk.
After each day's ride, she stayed awake just long enough to eat dinner before collapsing into her sleepsack and furs, shivering the night through no matter how much he warmed her. Her body refused to take in any heat, as if it had become a block of ice, generating its own field of cold.
The flippant part of his brain, the one that turned to inappropriate humor to deal with the sight of his husband dying, wanted to ask Rosa if there were any ice-Magi, because Ghia could be their new queen.
She'd turned twenty-one three d
