Cold Logic, Colder Ashes: Aftermath
I was not about to be caught between two alpha satyrs with their blood lusts up. I raised my hands and looked for a way to get out of here that ideally didn’t involve getting ankle-deep in intestines.
I was not about to be caught between two alpha satyrs with their blood lusts up. I raised my hands and looked for a way to get out of here that ideally didn’t involve getting ankle-deep in intestines.
The air was so cold that my breath froze on my lips, and even the water coming out of my lungs turned chilly on my skin within a second. It was getting hard to keep my eyes open. My pretty silk wraps clung to my skin, frosted over, crackling with every breath and feeble movement.
The bag of Ankhiale’s ashes sat in the middle of the coals, protected with the finest alchemy a goddess could buy. It was even cool to the touch.