The chill of the night seemed to crawl beneath my skin as the carriage moved slowly through the snow-covered road. The storm had come out of nowhere, fierce and unrelenting, and the wind howled against the windows like some wild beast. I could feel it biting at my skin, even inside the carriage.
I couldn't tell if this was nature crying out in anger or if the High Fae had returned and discovered me missing. I didn't know Cazimir's powers or Asa's, but I was sure Pyrrhus and Elwin couldn't wield snow. I shook my head. Now that I knew of these creatures, I was already starting to think every little thing was caused by them.
'We are everywhere.' Is what they said. Glamours used to disguise themselves, to hide their ears, their distinguished features if any and their magick.
