When Atlas was still a prince, the first witch Circe ever introduced to him was Alice. It hadn't been an introduction Circe was eager to make, she had even confessed that part of her would rather the two never met at all.
Her warning had been simple, but grim enough to linger in his mind.
"A woman whose happiness blooms only when others are miserable."
And now here she was. Alice, the witch. The very same witch who had once worked hand in hand with Morgana, Cassius's stepmother, now vanished without a trace.
Atlas and Cassius had spoken at length about the incident, long enough for Atlas to understand just how deeply Alice's hand had been woven into the failed treason.
Now why was she here?
When Atlas was about to alert the others suddenly his body froze. From underneath him he could feel his toes frozen, ice cold, and numb. He looked down to find that his feet had been covered with ice, rooted to the floor that not even his knees could be moved.
