“So Lena just let the fluffy fox down in the long, dim tunnel behind the door. She bounded off, and we ran after her, clamping our hands on our weapons and packs to keep them from jingling. The floor was even but kind of slippery. That wasn’t a forum in there. It was a war council. If only we’d known Solange was out, we could have stopped her from regathering her armies. If only we hadn’t given her exactly what she needed to break out of prison. . . . No, I couldn’t think like that. Hadriane was... right—it didn’t help anyone if I kept worrying about something I couldn’t change. The quest was the only thing that mattered now. The tunnel hit a dead-end. One sputtering torch lit up three more black doors, the Snow Queen’s symbol carved under their doorknobs. All metal, not wood. The fox pawed at the one on the left. “Ready?” Forrel-the-troll asked, his spear slightly raised. Chase unsheathed his sword and nodded, his tusked face grim. Hadriane turned the handle, and I made sure to step in front of Lena, who just looked stunned.MoreLessRead More Read Less
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