Chapter Twenty-Four
Ajaska nodded to Lyna. He and Rime had worked their way around until they found where two of Andras’ men were holding the Keeper and her guards. Rime’s silent elimination of the men reaffirmed his conclusion that he needed to have a serious talk with the Glacian.
“How do you do that?” he asked under his breath. “The ice thing.”
Rime’s lips curved up at the corner. “It’s genetic,” he replied.
“Well, damn,” Ajaska muttered in disappointment, using one of the new words he had learned from his human friends. Turning, he looked at Lyna. “Can you and your guards take care of the others?”
Lyna twirled the staff in her hands. Her chin lifted as she glared back at him. From the cold smile on her face, it didn’t look like she would have any trouble.
“The male, Andras, claim
