Smoke swirled through the snow, crackling like fire. Once it cleared, Wrath and Emilia stood hand in hand, dressed in their signature black and gold. Emilia’s hair was woven with flowers, the dark curls falling loosely down her back. Under her cloak she wore a long, billowing gown that wasn’t at all designed for the frigid temperatures of the north. She must have been in the middle of tending to some House affair and had left at once. I wanted to gather my sister-in-law in my arms, twirl her around, and share a laugh. But I couldn’t. Not with Sil barely clinging to life and an initiate hunter
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