Aria’s POV

Snow exploded beneath my feet as I tore across the open field. My lungs burned, thighs screaming with every step.

The wind claws at my face, stuffing ice down my throat, blurring my vision with white. There was nowhere to hide out here—just an endless stretch of frozen land beneath a sky, a mix of the colors red and gold.

The three were still far ahead. Not so far really, but considering I was terribly weak, my jaw aching, bones protesting, and the inferno that burned in my ...