We leave at noon.
Two black SUVs. No flags. No crown on them.
I wear black again. Not a dress. Black pants, black shirt, black boots Mara found. I braided my hair tight. So no one can grab it.
Caelan drives first car. He wears black too. No suit. Just shirt and pants. But he still looks like a King. You can't hide that kind of stillness.
Jace drives second car. I see him in mirror. Arm still in sling from where I... from where Lyra hurt him at the Choosing. He doesn't look at me.
Six hours. No talking. Only road and snow getting thicker.
North is cold, Lyra says. Always was. Good for hiding blood.
Thanks.
By dusk, we reach Frostfang Keep.
It's not a keep. It's a fortress made of white stone and ice. Walls high. Wolves on walls, watching our cars. No bowing this time. They stare. H
