SERAPHINE POV
After lunch—which was amazing, by the way, because the Icepeople apparently cook meat like they're preparing to sacrifice it to the gods—we were summoned to the deck of the floating ship.
And oh gods.
The view.
Endless white. Layers of snow that could bury a castle. Mountains stretching across the horizon like frozen giants. More snow.
More ice. More white. And—surprise—more snow.
I blinked. "Wow. It's like looking at my soul during Mondays and deadlines."
Henry snorted. Latte pretended she didn't hear me. Coffi nodded sympathetically.
We were all in white winter camouflage. My men wore white tactical winter gear with mana guns strapped across their backs.
Sir Alex and Sir Jin wore matching thick white cloaks and kept glaring at the cold like it personally offended them.
Henry and Joff looked like walking disgruntled marshmallows, muttering curses about their frozen balls and frozen eyelashes.
