Cora’s POV Frostbite was quiet when we returned. Too quiet. Victories usually carried noise ..... relief, laughter, celebration that the threat had retreated. There was none of that. Snow had escaped. And worse He had left questions behind. My father had retreated into the strategy chamber almost immediately, speaking in low, controlled tones with Eric and Derek through the phone. Cain stood outside in the courtyard longer than necessary, staring toward the eastern ridge as if willing Snow to reappear. But I wasn’t thinking about the ridge. I was thinking about my mother. She had not spoken since we returned. Not to me. Not to anyone. She had watched Snow disappear down that slope with something raw in her eyes. I found her hours later in the north wing balcony, where the frost gathered thickest along the railings. She stood alone. The wind moved through her hair, silver catching moonlight. She didn’t turn when I approached. “What is going on,”
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