“Ten coins says she doesn’t make it,” called one of Nikolai’s rogue Grisha. “Twenty says she does,” shouted Adrik loyally. I could have hugged him, though I knew for a fact he didn’t have the money. “Thirty says she can hit the one behind it.” I whirled. Mal was leaning against the archway, his arms crossed. “That peak is over five miles away,” I protested.
