Elynor slowed his horse as they reached the base of the mountain pass, the path ahead steep and treacherous. The air was thinner here, the wind carrying the sharp bite of snow and stone. Lorren and Elias dismounted beside him, their horses snorting clouds of steam into the cold air. "This is as far as the horses can take us," Lorren said, scanning the narrow trail leading up the mountainside. Elynor nodded, his gaze fixed on the distant peak where the Lady had shown him the castle. The fortress was hidden from this angle, but he knew it was there—waiting. Waiting for them to arrive. Waiting for the final pieces to fall into place in this deadly game.
