Frostbridge Canyon groaned under the weight of snow and tension.
The cliffs towered like fangs on either side, funneling wind and whispers alike. Katherine crouched atop a frozen ledge, fur cloak rippling behind her as she peered down at the mercenary encampment nestled in the ravine below.
“Two siege engines. Thirty-five foot soldiers. Fifteen ranged," Talin whispered behind her.
Katherine closed her eyes.
Across the canyon, miles away, Damian stood atop his own ridge with the main force.
She didn't speak aloud.
She didn't have to.
*Damian?*
His voice filled her mind, clear as breath. *Ready.*
She inhaled deeply. *Give me five minutes. Then drive them to the narrow pass. I'll collapse the ridge behind them.*
*Copy.*
The bond hummed between them—no longer just emotion, but actio
