Erik’s POV

Finally, we had almost reached it. My favorite part of Myrkr. Snow crunched under my boots, careful not to slip on the ice. Of course, Poppy was still walking like a newborn fawn, but at least she had a little bit of balance back.

“I didn’t think you meant a trek through the ice when you said, ‘Oh, it’s just a little hike,” Poppy panted, keeping up with me as a show for how much of her endurance was coming back.

I looked over my ...