“Careful,” Sabelle whispered urgently. “He’s so ill.”
But not dead yet. He would be if Mathias found him.
A glance at her made Ice pause. Sabelle’s white sweater flared in the moonlight like a damn beacon, and as the Anarki crept ever closer, a tree stripped by winter of its foliage provided little camouflage.
“Give me your sweater.” He whispered his demand standing at the base of the tree.
Sabelle recoiled. “What?”
So very near now, a muttered curse and footsteps shuffling through dried leaves. The Anarki were maybe a few hundred meters away. He and Sabelle had only seconds left before discovery.
“Your sweater. Now!”
Sabelle glanced down. Understanding dawned a moment later. Without pause, she crossed her arms around her waist and peeled the sweater off, then tossed it to him.
Ice tried not to think about what she might—or might not—be wearing now that she’d pulled off the thin cashmere. He glimpsed lots of bare, golden skin. Damn it all. Not only was she a temptation, but she wouldn’t stay warm for long like that. Then again, time wasn’t on their side.
“I’ll be back. If the Anarki finds you, transport yourself and the book somewhere you’ll have help.”
“And leave you and Bram? No.” She crossed her arms over her chest.
For a princess, she was terribly stubborn. “Promise me.”
She shook her head.
“Now,” he demanded in a low voice the wind swept away.
“Bloody cold!” an invading wizard shouted fifty meters to their left. “Hate winter.”
Ice dodged around the trunk of the tree and sent Sabelle another demanding glare, mouthing, “Please.”
Finally, she rolled her eyes. And nodded.
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