Chapter Twenty-Five
“Are you sure this will work?” Ricki asked, looking up at the massive doors. “The prophecy says a woman with blood of ice.”
“Well, we can always put a wig on him,” Marvin suggested.
Rime glared at the Kor d’lur who grinned back at him. Ricki just rolled her eyes, thankful that the two brothers had removed Andras’ body from in front of the doors. Of course, the fact that they threw it over the edge of the crevice had been a rather tense moment.
She grinned at Martin as he ran an imaginary zipper across his lips when Rime turned his intense stare on the other brother. They had been picking on the Glacian for the past hour while they waited for her to finish crying and get herself back under control.
They had also bandaged Ristéard’s leg while he whispered to her. She
