“The edge is right there,” Renwick called with urgency, pointing to the drift of snow beyond her. “The rest is just powder and ice. It is closer than it seems.” “I am fine,” Rua hissed, the cold air painfully numbing her teeth. Renwick stomped over to her, muttering curses, until he was right in front of her. “Stop straying to the cliff’s edge.” His voice was a low growl. “You’re telling me how to walk now?” She scowled up at him, moving to push past, arcing further toward the edge, but he easily positioned in front of her again. He could have grabbed her and pulled her into line, but he
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