“I-“she struggled her way free of him, bond trying to seal closed but not before he got the wave of wanting something and the flurry of shame that came with it. She looked over at Marcus and it looked like she was smelling the air. “I do not smell a lie, Prince of Winter. I will go with you.”

“You will travel with Vajra.” Marcus said, looking at him over the top of Ardala’s head. “I ran with the hunt to get here, and you are not of winter and so cannot travel ...