She clawed through the snow, scrambling more wildly than any suraash. She unearthed more of the cloak, then a pale blue hand. Cursing again, she shredded her raw fingertips, scooping snow with a ferocity that made a groan rumble through her chest. Reaching his shoulder, she tugged, pulling Renwick’s limp body up. She got to her feet. Wrapping her arms under his armpits, she squatted, thighs straining as she yanked him out of the snow. The churned snow gave way, and they both toppled backwards. Rua touched her hand to Renwick’s blue, lifeless face as burning hot tears sprung to her eyes. Gods,
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