CHAPTER 27
Mykal debated transporting them from the mountain trail back to the castle. Blodwyn, as usual, argued against it, insisting he save his energy for when truly needed. Unfortunately, with the night came dropping temperatures. His energy, along with the heat inside his body, escaped the longer they stayed outdoors.
No one complained. Everyone was cold. Mykal heard teeth chattering. Could have been his own.
Mykal heard his own labored breathing inside his head. Exposed skin felt as if it were on fire. His cheeks and ears burned. Snow spotted the face of the mountain, sticking to the rocks. The wind howled like an angry beast.
The wind was, in fact, a relentless enemy. It raced down the mountain and slammed into their faces. If it wasn’t too dangerous to do so, they would’ve walk
