ARIA POINT OF VIEW.

Morning came quietly.

The Frostborne air was cold against my skin as I finished fastening the cloak around my shoulders. I was already dressed, already prepared, my mind set on leaving before the day had the chance to drag on. One night in Lucian’s pack had been more than enough.

When I stepped into the courtyard, Lucian was there waiting, as though he’d known the exact moment I would appear.

“You’re leaving already,” he said, his voice light, almost ...