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~Tove

A week eventually passes, and once Keo returns, he takes me away to another territory for training immediately.

“Seven. Really?” I question, turning around in place.

He did tell me to put on a thick coat and boots. It's the only real thing he's said to me since returning. And now, we are in the icy tundra that is Territory Seven.

At this point I'm convinced Keo is trying to find the most creative way to kill me.

“The cold may help you concentrate," he notes, shuffling through the snow as he looks over the bleak environment.

I want to ask him about the other week. He acted so strangely, but by the distant look in his eyes, he isn't in the mood to explain himself.

I've spent the entire week simmering in my own thoughts and theories about that night.

“This is ridiculous," I mutter, feeling the bitter chill of the icy air sting my cheeks.

“No one shall bother us here. No Noble’s, especially," Keo explains.

I laugh breathily. There is no form of life for miles - just an endless expan