Hauling herself to her feet, she narrowed her eyes at those three dots again. Only three. Shit. Renwick had fallen with her. Her breath caught in her throat as she began scanning wildly around her. Sticks, pine needles, and stones dotted through the muddied snow, but she did not see anything else. Her heartbeat hammered in her ears. No, no, no. Frozen, she didn’t know which way to run. She walked in wild zigzags, searching with a growing panic, looking for that midnight blue cloak and that ash-blond hair. Horrible visions speared through her mind of Renwick impaled on a pine branch or neck
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