Book 3: Enemy of My Enemy

Candace

Freezing wind whips my hair into a cyclone around my head and stings my cheeks. Kieran desperately clings to his hat. Ingrid’s teeth chatter, and her face turns pink.

“You have to love springtime,” Finn mutters under his breath.

I stick my tongue out at him. Maybe it’s colder than any spring I’ve ever experienced, but I haven’t yet walked into a building up here and not been offered something hot to drink. The quiet, relaxing break between activities is something I could get used to.

And I might have to. If everything goes well.

Kash shudders audibly. “Hardly a fucking place. I can’t believe folks actually scraped out a living up here.”

“I like it,” Ingrid says through chattering teeth.

I squeeze her mittened hand. Ever since our talk, she really has been trying to be happy for me.

“If you’re all so cold, we can do our goodbyes here.” I squint at the vague shape of the eastern gate Hollis led me through a few d