Chapter 29
Behind the army, Aria focused on ice, pulling it out of the air, raining hail on the army. She could see that she was succeeding. The army was thinner, more spread out, not the solid mass it had been before she and the seekers had started their attack. She turned to grin at Gavi, then froze as an impossibly loud voice rang out over the force.
Aria went as cold as the ice she had been throwing.
It was the king. She couldn’t move. Desperation, longing, and hatred swam in her head as she heard his words. He spoke to Isika and the cruelty of his words stabbed through her.
She fell where she stood. The man—her father—kept speaking, and his words were unceasing, they were swollen around her, a cold, raging river that she couldn’t escape. He spoke to Isika alone. He didn’t even see
